Cool humid outside brews a hot tropic window

The seat of the morning
sits with the sweat of the asphalt
dwelling like an ocean inside
a shipless bottle.

It turns out a boat 
floats useless
when there is no sky 
coincident
with water.

On the boundary
when there is a surface
trees consider exhaust
as they continue to live
without the concept
of tired.

My eye, however,
knows when it 
has not slept.

There comes a twitch
until, like a switch,
the body dreams 
a whole night
down.