Damping Off

I can't stop my days from running together rattattat like rounds from a railgun try to take cover but I'm out of provisions scavenging daily to try to recover while my days recline like desultory kings on unbroken supply chains that no man can conquer I. can't. *breathe* try to alter, to change, to do things different try to sow the seeds of something better hope to reap not reward but relief but the month has rotted before my morning has ripened fields fallow and salted and I the one who strewed the rock I. can't. *breathe* like breaking the surface and gasping desperately once only for your lungs to fill with brine from the next crest salt to pickle you, preserve you keep you trapped, keep you scared, keep you aching and bitter I. can't. *breathe* and the moon is an omen as it hangs in the morning sky day over before it has begun do you presume to fight the turn of the earth it scoffs do you presume to resist the relentless sameness one that I have witnessed since I came to orbit a rock one that was before life was, and I have seen the whole? it mocks my futility and frailty and I. can't. *breathe* the days run over me shod in iron cast the beat of their hooves like the beat of my heart full gallop before I have even learned their paces I cannot keep up and I cannot recover I cannot remount and they will not slow down unceasing, unchanging, and breakneck I fear for my life and I? I. can't. *breathe*