Soft bedding shielding my body
From the axis of frigid air that thrives
Off the edge of everyone's bed.
But as always my mind is
Wrapped up in something else.

The cord attaching me to
The sail of blood and bone
Tugs deep at my ankles and legs
And moves me off, and out
Into the waking world.

And when did the world wake up,
Breathe heavy and rub yesterday's dirt
Off its dry and heavy eyes?
Lifting itself from a cold pillow
To pirouette the day away 'round the sun.

I question it only because
It feels, most days, like the planet
Is sleepwalking.
Shuffling and spewing nonsense,
Just like me.

At least I got to write this down
Before I go back to bed.

Awash in your glory –
I will worship you,
I am a zealot in your light.
Reticent to behave –
I reveal my nature,
You nourish me with rite.

Haunt with absolution –
I'm at your altar willing,
I will feed my days to night.
Amber is your ocean –
I will drown in you,
I will give you my life.

When day breaks,
And might should come,
But nothing,
Nothing but
Nothing.

When noon marches,
And the sheets feel heavy,
The air of the room
Fastening you
Down.
                                                            
Then night settles in,
And your bones buzz,
And your muse says
"Tomorrow
And
Tomorrow
And..."
Wait
That's something else.

I keep thinking –
There must be a God of little death.
To whom you never sing praises,
But you do speak, the two of you.
On days where minutes turn
To crushing stone that hold you
Down. When your friends
Start to look like their parents.
When your child tells the same lie
That you always told.
When beauty becomes feeling –
Because it has to,
Because the mirror doesn't
Work like it used to.
It happens when you least expect:
Your blood stops simmering,
And starts to thicken.
On those days you talk to
The God of little death
And you beg, in a voice that haunts
The air around your head:

"Dignify me!"

We're all invincible,
Until we're inevitable.