Day

Sand in the veins, sacks of it,
Wet sand, clogging arteries,
Limbs heavy as piled flood walls,

Not completely unpleasant,
But exhaustion’s exhausting,
Some imbalance in the blood,

Maybe, physical enough,
A matter for this body,
But hallucinatory

For insider awareness,
As if the whole contraption
Passing for reality

Fell into contradiction,
Said, This could be anything.