Deteriorating

Where in the overall framework, the overall time line, the overall arc
of utopia do the next 24 hours fall
I ask myself each night

This is why I'm going mad.

Are we in the failure upswing success downswing midswing halcyon
memories, ease, these lonely hours of peace or descent who knows
each night.

Written over the course of several nights

Disaster just around the corner means these are the best days,
best
years
of
our
lives! But of course every day all day it's
disaster just around the corner. There is no living in the present
without the disaster, coming faster, oh!

Is it another night again now? For whom
did the disaster come today? Not me I'm on
a slow-rolling plan and if I do not spend
all day
every day
thankful for that I am a monster from Hell.

To be from somewhere, a sense of home!

It came a little today but unclear if it's within
my personal Utopian framework to be itself
within the opening flourishes of
the disaster

Are we now in the next day the quiet hum of
days of plenty looking back I remember you bustling
from room to room and family is safe and alive its
radical we're radical it's a salad day night or else
it was a warning, and not the first.