outside my world view, I stall, and freeze time

it looked like the sun
a ripe sun
but was most likley
a lamp with a shade
that cast itself around;
silence curled up
on the carpet and heaved
a sigh like a tired dog
the classics went on
playing themselves
through the tones of
our conversation
through the smoke we
set about our common currency
and from it
investments were made
from one calculatation of probability
to the next
and, we all do calculate from time to time
and I felt offset, and drifted leftwards
to an outside perspective, curious of the stakes
set before me, and so I chose to drink
and drink and drink....-
but only drank
nothing again and again,
which I could continue to do off into infinity if you would like.
At least until the shade casts a different shadow
due to the newborn sun, the real one
and my body, slightly in awe,
slightly indirectly shakes free.
So aside from the tangent
I stand to walk into the night, onto the
ever so green grass placed behind
the glass door. to the knolls I trumpet myself
too the bugs I awaken and temp
as I stomp around their homes,
and finally return to
the inescabable -
I sit and think until ;
I find myself,
at my solid oaken desk.
or couch.
asleep.