The Turn Style

I had an unfathomable kind of sadness,

this was palpable,
unfortunate,

flooded with things I had never seen before,
kind of the way in photos, no one had ever seen MLK Jr. in a suit,

these were sheets and sheets of solitude,
made of elusive reveries that evolved into nightmares,

things you could only think of after the turn of the century,
after you realized this is no longer the uneventful decade you thought it would be,
no longer the life you thought you would lead

Maybe it wasn't sadness,
so much as fogginess

kind of the way fog hovers over a body of water,
aimlessly,
without innards,
without reason,
and only consequence for others

it was all so empty,
and that was that