sleep

sleep


dangling out there like raw nerves,
faint memories run
as if water on my hands.
lying still the sinking floods me,
she washes over like a veil.
stretching across my face,
tightening around my breast,
gasping... pulling against myself,
against her milky face pressed to mine.
silence erupts like a flock of echos
beating their feathered history against me,
drilling... lying here blank,
pure as if i had never...
slow, her tide incoming rolls over,
i feel her voice raining.
catching myself knowing
her fingers across my forehead,
drifting... and out again.
but, fragmentation dogs me,
clogging the senses,
bleaching as it molests me.
rolling in, she washes over,
pouring cool hands across my eyes
and mouth as if to smother,
by how thick she is,
how calm she is, how pure.
mother's chain, she reigns me in.
her slow singing slips across,
catching, washing me away.

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