Today, you lie vapid. -Flopping in the marshy sheets, slopping albumen and lard. You slink and yawn and laugh at the funny folds.
Today, you are bed-ridden, sock-tied, humps of lumpy toes and crumbs. You hear all the sounds forbidden and mundane; you know all the secrets of sleep.
Today, you cry, "Master, I!" Today, you fall from the sky, and land on your belly, perfect as a whale, solid-sounding as a certainty in the flesh.
Today, you rise at the fill of a bladder, and fall at the finish.
Today, you are grand animal, king of the library sea.
Today, you are bed-ridden, sock-tied, humps of lumpy toes and crumbs. You hear all the sounds forbidden and mundane; you know all the secrets of sleep.
Today, you cry, "Master, I!" Today, you fall from the sky, and land on your belly, perfect as a whale, solid-sounding as a certainty in the flesh.
Today, you rise at the fill of a bladder, and fall at the finish.
Today, you are grand animal, king of the library sea.
