IT'S ALMOST MORNING AGAIN and the sky is still the same color not night not morning not anything at all almost morning almost morning almost morning if I keep saying it maybe something will change but it doesn't it doesn't it doesn't i try to remember where the night ended or if it ever ended at all almost morning almost almost almost morning the words come back in pieces morning almost almost mourning almost morning still almost still not morning a line on the horizon keeps slipping sideways dissolving when i look at it directly the moment before dawn feels stretched too long too still too soft almost morning almost morning almost i watch the walls shift without changing the same thought circling back let it let it let it let it...