blacken.
nothing happens.

But yet time still ticks forth
in the steady trot of a muscular horse
my eyes resting on its fine thighs
my head resting on a pillow
my mind resting in a manger’s willow
and as things blacken
nothing happens,
except for the most basic chemical reactions.

My heart beats when I sleep
ticking my life away
and the blood is not used for action
I must not deplete my blood for sleep!
I must wake up and use my time
my, I am in too deep
will the sleep help me rhyme?
will I awake with a beat
to transfer to the paper
I must savor
every moment
I must act
I must bring
myself upon the world
let my soul sing its mark
before I am forever hurled into the dark!
I need a spark to keep me awake
before sleep takes me too deep to emerge
before my heart stops beating
I need to live! I need to breathe! Succeed!
FEED!
me
I must eat that I have energy
to do enough. too much. I have to do too much.
No I will not surrender to sleep! Yaaaaaa!
You will not take me alive! You will not take my life, sleep.

Am I as blind as a melon?
“so keep on dreamin’ boy cuz when ya stop dreamin’ it’s time to die”
communal feasts of rhubarb pie
shall cause cabbage to fall from the sky
and cherry blossoms shall open
and pour all over me
and I will soar heavenly
and I shall thrust myself into the horse
pump and blast the timely ass
and neigh! eat hay! gallop forth!
I shall ride time
and release
overcoming overwhelming peace
ecstatic happiness for the world to enjoy
and I will go deep
as deep as I could possibly wish
I shall emerge
whenever I wish
and urge! and bitch! and bring beauties of sleep with me for you
naayaaaaa! Neanahaenaanananeh
violins are pretty instruments.
Allow me to enjoy this moment
by music, by poetry, by sex, by sleep
allow me to achieve hedonic release
and never cease
dreaming
and plunging peacefully
intensely
dementedly
orgasmically
Deep.