Daymare

Sounds unfold from the city below and penetrate my state of mind,
awakening
me with the silence of tomorrow.
A new solar day has begun but its
gray as the one before.
...Without sense of time, the apathy in me
grows.
Gazing out on the streets, the mechanical self takes control.
Dead
is the sight of mine and I merge with the electric eyes,
absorbed in
the world of the hollow