No, I have not taken my pills

On the dangerous end of things I have opened the shutters
the milky sky hovers above my head broodingly
am I ill, or is it the air? so thick and acidic
into my lungs and never seems to leave, the feeling of it
is everyone dead or sleeping or otherwise occupied
I catch up with the earth’s rotation, I see him spinning
makes my head heavy, makes me lean forward ever so