sleep no more (Patreon)

the sharp edge of life

like an ice pick,

this razor-edged clarity

vibrant colors pulsating, undulating

with opened eyes wide so wide

i gasp, tremble, weep, rejoice

rouse in the dance of the serpent

all surrender to Her raw magnificence

but stay sedated, you stay

i understand—know the pain well

some days i’m lulled into anesthesia

unexpectedly: a stroke of grace

i cannot sleep anymore

i cannot sleep anymore