Fatigue

I am tired,

but not the heavy comfortable tiredness

of a day in the mountains,

of a thousand meters

marched into the spine.

I am tired,

but not the lead bone tiredness

of a day worked alongside my father

hard physical labour

that cannot be faked.

Tired deep within,

mental metal fatigue,

molecule separating from molecule

and atom from atom.

Thin tight tiredness.

Rules that no longer work,

losing their hold.

Structures shedding stability

paint cracking,

continents of flaking reality,

taking other older surfaces with them

as they break away,

until they reveal nothing.