Filled.

In the background I have taken to playing cliched music.  It has a rough baseline and crunch guitar licks.  SOme singer describes his angst in mildly obfuscated terms.

The even light is eeriest.

I see the signs and I wait still longer

what color is cold on fingertip
tarmac
augury green
anesthetic seeps or drips
it never floods


When greeting the day
augury grey
another will creep and clip
a lock of morning
from your hair