Today, you lie between. --Half-drawn lids, half-hungry bin, half-seeing somnambulance.
Today, a bright heat melts the angles of you - brings you to your suddenly self.
Today, pounding sounds wake you in rhythms of troughs.
Today, I graze your outgrowths, and I seek a resting place for my wide-awake hands.
Today, life passes as you notice at its tail. You're too comfortable to hunt, and too wise to say, "goodbye."
Today, a bright heat melts the angles of you - brings you to your suddenly self.
Today, pounding sounds wake you in rhythms of troughs.
Today, I graze your outgrowths, and I seek a resting place for my wide-awake hands.
Today, life passes as you notice at its tail. You're too comfortable to hunt, and too wise to say, "goodbye."
