Sleep is refusing to sleep with me
death is ridickling my bones
My dreams it seems
don't wanna come out
to play with me’s
looks like I'm all-a la la lone
Expanding in space
becoming the gap
in between things
projections floating
growing
infinite drowning
in soft blackness
‘til the earth is a nob
of butter below
salty butter
Melting in a hot
spot of creamy
Everxpansion
Detaching from source
Like perfume reeling
Itself from your face
Life is a foreign language
I'm not meant to command it
Music is better
Than words anyway
My muse is refusing to lick me
Infuse me with catalysts
Of feathers on breath
I long to be free of abjection
This ripple is tight
as a boa's noose
prithee cut
The hemp cord loose
I long to belong
To the source
Of diffusion
Dispersal
Refuse to yearn
Executive shores
Where turtles bray
And cowslips horse.
11/08/17
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