But day after day
night after night and the seconds that follow,
its a nameless, shameless milieu that I can't even find a euphemism for,
for going around in circles, fading back into my black chair
tapping against the black keyboard
thinking that never gets anywhere

I do wonder where do thoughts go to
if there's some sort of heaven,
or maybe there is a hell
or there's some kind of recycling protocol

where digested thoughts go to