Death

Time is sleeping

A worthless rest

Keeping awake

The hand feels weak

The head is heavy

The pillow speaks

Tells tales of mumble

Tells tales of stutter

Slipping ideal under

Finding solace boring

Eat fluff is chewy

A tongue becomes numb

Anger begins a speck

A dot of emotion

Deeper than weary

Holds on tight to nothing

The spite is hardly yet there

But it means something

Its tiniest speck

Has power to hold

It needs something

Acknowledge acknowledge

The anger is your soul

It’s yours to claim now

Do not sleepfall drift

Call to treason

Hate is love

Do not forget

The speck is intransigent

It is huge

It does not need to grow

It is infinite

Yet it has location

Be there, undertow

Its size from your distance

Now it’s gone

My eyes no longer see

For now

Tell tales of stutter

Tell tales of sleep

A mindless weeping

Keeps you awake

A belly rumbles

Tell tales of speak

The bed is breathing

The pillow peaks

A mindless wander

Keeps you asleep

Forget for days

Remember weeks

Do not forget

What has let you in

If you choose

To be awake

Tell tales of mumble

Stutter to sleep

What keeps you awake

The pillow speaks

Tells tales of softness

Tells tales of slumber

Pull idea under

A senseless creeping

A brigade of sighs

And there is no peeking

Until they let you in

(in line to lose)

(and hence to be awake)

(do not forget)

(to let it in)

(be we forgot)

(until the end)

(soul becomes loose)

(and sighs you in)

 

 

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