The stone is the sunrise

& Groundhog Day

Absurd only in its

Earthly connection.

We idly in smoky

Moonlight swing

Distant legs in

Murky water, sing

Statues out of

Lullabies that pin us

With their weight.

Sisyphus was blessed;

His mundanity wholly

Same. Ours has elusive

Tweaks to slowly

Drive us mad. Thus

We temper with alcohol,

As its vapor centers

Nuance & makes

Us all the same,

Sloppy and wet,

Like infants.