pillow
of thought
resting
the mind
not
always as
easy
as it is written
slow
beneath the black pen
blanket
of hope
heavy
and sometimes
it’ll
smother
that
which he tries
hard
to hope for
heavy
eyes
something
will stir
the
soul awake and aware
just
the way it should be
always
needed rest will come
the
rest will fall into
place
as he hits
the
mattress and
drift
into some otherwise
unknown
reality
putting
away consciousness
for
now
but
where will it go
when
split between here
and
far off
shooting
into the dark
of
another sleepless
night
far off the mark
right
on though
the
same thought
thought
he could do it tonight
with
no ill in mind
the
mind seems too ill
not
allowing the ship to move
into
black blank bliss
what
is the bliss of this universe
he
is the universe
from
his vantage point
everything
nothing
and
something he can’t even think of
think
of that thought
which
one he might know
and
this
one
he would not know
now
it’s all the same
same
as the thoughts revealed
as
he looks
into
the mirror
eyes
closed
mind
open
making
sense out of
his
nonsense
through
a few cents in the cup
today
as every other
nothing
concluded…
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