sky, a sea;
the sun is a ship sinking
slowly
into slumber
& i’m a seed
sleeping
on soiled sheets,
sproutless, seeking the solace
of silence,
the nascence
of night—
the delight
in drawing dreams from dust
to dusk into day
into divinity;
in withdrawing
to the wild and wondrous
womb of waking.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
sky, a sea;
the sun is a ship sinking
slowly
into slumber
& i’m a seed
sleeping
on soiled sheets,
sproutless, seeking the solace
of silence,
the nascence
of night—
the delight
in drawing dreams from dust
to dusk into day
into divinity;
in withdrawing
to the wild and wondrous
womb of waking.