Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Sunday, May 8, 2011

sleep.

a mountain of sleep
just so much sleep
wandering drift of sheep jumping the fence
wherewerewe in the midst of it all.
to blot out,
inkblot style
everything
no-thing
works
no-one
cares
i am queezy in the midst of it all
so i will do what i can,
in forgetting,
that is key,
the constellations curve around
the bright despairing
letting off the happiness
dark place
edgar-allen-poe-habitations
dead-mares
so that we may go
and never return
to not wake up
for the nightmare
no-place left
where were we again?
ask no questions
jot down no answers
spinning mistress in the midst
beautiful letdown
nowhere to go
nothing to do
i wanna be sedated.

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