Meandering Misses

No need to sit up.
Worry.
Wait.
Stretch the day.
Feign the night.
Torture the mind.
Lose structure
   Of thought and time.
Dreams of parallel visions.
Fantasies of unknown reality.
Demented tragic woes of speech
Revolve inside - delaying sleep.

It all comes to an end.
Whether or not the souls will meet.
Aside from what the future will hold.
Still to weather the baneful sea.

No need to sit up.
Think.
Dream.
Forget important memories.
Remember the obscene.
Lost in love - abandoned alone
For fear of growth
   And the company one keeps.
Taut is only how to conceive
Oneself as - one's friend indeed.
Loose are others away at sea.
Exploring the same abyss - content.

It all has a beginning.
Evolving into a nuance of dreams.
Wherever one may be.  
I may be too, imaginably debating reality.