sleep
drops
on
your
body
gravitating
toward
the
embellishment
of
­dreams
and
then
running
off
into
a
reality
chiming
the
bone
to
ma­ke
sound
in
soundlessness
to
knit
the
walls
together
threadbare,
­loose
free
as
a
body
is
like
flotsam
sprinting
back
to
sea