suchless

such a suchless
day
and waiting
for boredom
to reach its
fever pitch
I counsel young men
like you
to embrace
the faceless
monotony
eat the grief
that grows there
like mold
reach
reach out
can you see it there?
through the gaze of dull
gloss-over
and through that moist sheen
you will feel
the contours
of the impossible