Without rest
Words whither
Sizzle on a cellular level
Choking on daydream sands
Of a temporary mere mirage

Life shuffles on unlocked knees
Cramped back cracks
And spells of checked out self

A little voice cries in grief
Longing for your dive into
The dark lush dreaming tide
And to drown to life
In the sleep-struck rush
A floodgate of relief
So sleep.