Purple-black Haze

There's a purple-black haze
Alseep on my plate
A bruise rising from the lake
Of rippling ink on my page

It has a life of its own
This quiescent beast
A malevolent scene
Spring-loaded to unfold

Whispering sage truths
Like the corner of a building
Hiding the unseen
In a scrawling of muse

And I perch, forcing
Recalcitrant brain
More facts to contain
And not leak like rusted plumbing

But exhaustion rises
Like a purple-black haze
To drive me beneath the rippling waves
Where consciousness flits away
To its own devices.