days that%

there are days that, days that, there are days that
when everything fills and there is nothing
and time's expectations to forget the gaze
that not even the bluest sky tastes the same
and nothing can be found but the ever familiar smell

there are days like the yesterday of today
the rush of energy building up removes all from the roots
the gut that draws it all in, the rush of longings
and the sweetest of delicacies has lost its appeal

there are the many days that build a crumbling wall
when hunger after every meal, desire building after every climax
the drum drum drumming of the humdrum beats for the wanted loved
the flow of the force that drives the burning blood
brings me down to my knees to wonder why the wind keeps blowing.