Dizzy, the rush
of thoughts incapacitate
synapses firing, neurons
throttled, a crescendo
of dendrites branching
Experience roots
inwardly, tearing the humus
of pregnant dreams, scratching to see
the blood beneath the scab.
The greater the itch, the greater
the disturbance of sleep,
bound by a tangle of vines,
deafened by the cobbling-together
of thrushspeak, the cry of clouds
contorting into unthinkable
and suggestive shapes
Bleary-eyed, the lost wages
of sleep gambled away
on a ticking clock.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Dizzy, the rush
of thoughts incapacitate
synapses firing, neurons
throttled, a crescendo
of dendrites branching
Experience roots
inwardly, tearing the humus
of pregnant dreams, scratching to see
the blood beneath the scab.
The greater the itch, the greater
the disturbance of sleep,
bound by a tangle of vines,
deafened by the cobbling-together
of thrushspeak, the cry of clouds
contorting into unthinkable
and suggestive shapes
Bleary-eyed, the lost wages
of sleep gambled away
on a ticking clock.
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