Ode to Sleep, Rest, Dreaming, and all the things that lie between.
Revisit the right of perennial rest
Before familiar fading flared the fire
Before me, Marx, Madonna, and Macbeth
Before strung dolls danced to their dreamt desire
Before their ticking told the time for tea
When we would live like lithium light bulbs
And we will always wander past ennui
And we will heighten hell to hear out Hobbes
And we won’t only talk of what’s observed
Until grain gathers against gunning geese
Until crunched acres cut the crawling curve
Until blight stumbles back upon its beast
Until we nestle into Night’s sole need
Subside now, smother sound in ceaseless sleep.