The Vacant Present

My head      is full of sand
     it sifts through
                the cracks
in my skull  a pale rain  of grit
    f a l l i n g slowly
            over my body

This all happened   after
       my mind
    expanded
               so much
i had to rent it
           it's own apartment
  across town

I really don't
    miss it
as much as i thought   i would
   i have so much    more space now
  for nothing
        and no one.