hominum hominus home

Home today while I should be at work. I'm not even getting much done using the time that I do have. Compulsively I switch to writing freeflow. My mind is occupied. Prepatterned with the ides of august and contracted by the belts of my imperfection. I sit with my psyche bloodied by my battle with the darkness that he set upon me. what power did I give away over myself in a moment of floating serenity. moments, if even that, was all it came to amount. moments that never added up to any sum of sort.