Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sleep The Mask

Some day it will be
a strange new place
I know it's there

It grows fat
in it's nest down in the dark
while I am trying to sleep.

I have to clear it away
but don't want to look
and only have these bad dreams

There is no reprieve
from this labor
I should have killed it long ago

Creep down where the walls turn to gray silk
away from the assumption of everyday
toward the unpleasantness and what comes
before I find it


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