It’s often on the edge of sleep
That we find the deep
Meaning of daylight parades,
These I call my sleepy charades.

I meditate on the edge of subconscious,
And toy with the idea chewing and spitting out cautious
Behaviors that inhibit my inner desires
And put a damper on all my inner fires.

Its then that the voice inside my brain whispers,
“Sleep”
And the overactive part of my brain whimpers,
Rolls over, and doesn’t utter a peep.

11/30/2007

Posted on 12/01/2007
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