Tiredness is interesting. It seems to bring
your aptitudes into the purposeful
protection of inertia. There’s a blur
to the gestalt of this mild coming to a halt:
perhaps a run-through of the last act
when protection won’t have meaning
and the leaning tower of you won’t fall
so much as merely cease to be. “Merely”
is the operative adverb: a word to hold.
Merely a matter of form.
Once you were warm,
now you are cold.