Remnants of sleep....

I can't remember a time, like so many pages
Time--an infinite thing, even when an infant...
o god how I wish...

closing my eyes, pages to be closed
wishes are all dead, dead leaves of dead trees
an eternal wishing, craving, so hungers?
worms consecrating the flesh (then dust)
a wasting of the soul...

I can't stand this continuance, all of it cages
time--sides barred except forward, ever forward...
o god how I age!

enfolding my mind, delicates to be enfolded
markers torn back, back to infancy, back to thee
ships embarking, endeavors, so searches?
wounds gracing the ethereal
a reward dipped in gold

papers folded back, a tag wrinkle with time
ages sought and ages lost, remembrance
a thousand words with no words at all
no sound uttered, no tongue to slip
posies and thoughts compressed...

but in the obscure darkness all is rest
though wrestling a demon then an angel
pouring over details, what ifs, have beens
mending, melting, shattering
reliving and living anew, quickened...

and now the shell cast aside, taken up
dreaming that immortal dream...

© 1998

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