deeply shining oily light covers the ceiling
blackness of creeping spider
shadow crawling up your arm and onto your face
barely breathing as you sing softly to the night
to drown out those voices in your mind
calling you, slowly calling you away
to deeper and deeper darkness
before the thief of sleep steals away the world
and sets you free into your mind
only to wake with the sheets strangling
your claustrophobic body
panicking as the soft, clean cotton
gently tightens around your chest
and your legs kick
and your eyes glaze
and the shroud is cold and soft
but it was all a dream
and i cant go back to sleep
the grass, it feels like ice as i walk
and wander through the yard
summer's heat stolen from the ground as if by some spirit
who wishes me to walk in the cold grass
i remember the grass when it was warm
but the heat of the sun is fading from my mind
and slowly careening through my head are the slight,
ribbon-like tendrils of the night
and all is wrong
and all is lost
and all is waiting and waiting for something
and no one can know until it comes
and the tidal wave will wash us all to the top of the mountain
where we will finally know why it only snows on the peaks
the closer we are to the sun, the colder it gets
and the closer we are to the earth, the nearer the flames
the warmth from the furnace will warm our hands
before it explodes and we are swallowed in its burning embrace
but it was all a dream
and i cant go back to sleep
drift away...
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