Idle hands are the devils workshop

 I am but an ill evolved creature 

no longer able to get sustenance from light alone

a null instance property definition in my of bio unit

a dearth of  light energy piercing the thick low hanging clouds

painted the landscape landscape in various shades of grey

I wane in these shadows

waiting until the tide turned around and to focus

the force of three separate swells from three different storms

plus the cosmic weight of the moon pulling on the earth

whilst the earth does likewise

All those things I bought

even the roses I stopped to smell

Didn't turn out like I thought

It's 8'oclock and the sun is still up