Sleep
Take me to the deepest well that plumbs this land of Circadia, do not let me dwell on feeling, on the corporal sealing where I remember the dealings of my mortal day, the play is over and curtain drawn, the dawn has not yet made tomorrow, and it would be my greatest sorrow to miss a break before it comes, give me absence, make me numb to thoughts, the past keeps creeping like a spider in my ear, I fear to let it go, to know another type of life, and yet I want the little death so much, to flick it off with a single touch, I want no more of what I have, I will to see my sheep in bed and counted, I’m comforted by the feast of breaths I’ve mounted, this last one twice the length, a gift to take me out of conscious dreams something finally without a meaning, just a sensation void of me, some tea I had and drank the tone in, crickets sing and their direction I go in, what is the way, where is the location, it must be that anywhere but here is a vacation, another gasp of air I take, my body continues to wear and ache, how does one achieve relaxation, can one choose inaction or will I simply have to weight I formulate no comprehension of my current state, though once adrift I now awake and am more lucid than when I bake under the simmers of my glimmering fate, the clouds cannot cover up what has come to pass, the last heat warms me still and keeps me jazzed around the ticking clock I bought eleven hours for myself and walked the lonely streets I emptied myself and hoped it would steep me in a better time driven by a better hour to stir and rustle join the bustle beat the monkey off the back and buy a new soul off the rack get a discount cause I know the owner woman wash me gently in cold water press my mind like a new pair of slacks boarders strut the pleat and stay completed never need to see the cleaners the seamier things were never true, the red is gone and I hug the blue the black the night attack the darker spheres of influence, from duty’s worry I would be truent if I could just get comfy in these sheets I hate these robes of state that oblige me to linger in debate now or later aggregate my peace leaves me twitch my eyes release the tension doubled are my views on modern civilization a terrible trap salvation with a road map I’ll get their one of these days something smelled strong of paint and I feared that lead was in the air but now it is gone an aimless whips of effort the cold contemplation of the soldier on the blink of humanity can it be the wet will never stop the dry will always mop the land the sand will drop over my face and bring me out of the running race to the slower pace is my ambition anything but this burning condition where I know no off I cough out streams of stimulation schemes to make the next best creation that has ever seen the light of may I may never see the dark behind the fall the winter rest that call to all lay down your weariness believe in progress once more heave the chest and sail on distant seas buoyed by a lighter me a person free of anchored angst who knows well enough to give my thanks toss about in relative ease mind the queues and cross with “please” remember that it has all bin done untied in the not dew create some fun before the legend pointing up forgets to fill the languid cup with regrets and move away fly too south end swims on a bay froth at the mouth float like a thin read to be great a volume can slow you down the words have wait for me till the soil toils raise the heaven bars note the singing knot bee two long four eight I the latest buzz missed the won and an eye got stung on the mark set game of go corner white make it right a way that blood itself will pump the calm phenom lays the track over bumps jumps the three legged man stands the clock on barrowed time falls to six then builds to nine there will be no one and two isn’t going to happen until zero is something to hang a hat on a tree is a good sign that life is ahead brimming with felt emotions mold to shape the landscape instead is laid back to refresh the fertility thrust forward progress beyond recognition taste this condition let it go black the held contraction keeping reality in the fore position open to things closed to oblivion we go stretch out away from self feeling nothing touching no thing boarders unbound the essence of one is the same in the other across the line collapses sensation cessation ceases unity found true in me glue that binds forever together too gather to disperse then find a new stick with continuity holds everything in the palm of a hand has no grasp a finger makes a situation up rises until it drops down town where feathers fall from grace we embrace the love chase chaste white rays out from internal space we all sea bricks drips in the wall water world wavers hour needed bread giving thanks ewe muchly wool whirl lately stop nano second time coming slowly