#1344 - make sleep

 

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make sleep

for dream diary / ghost writing / godsbother

 

make sleep

just from the day done

out of our treetops and further afield

back as far as stars

 

out of self and unself

 

a mirth of dark and danger

a lyric wilted dim to

 

tell tribe out of light

out of day

 

lost among without the words

 

the never knowing there

 

there is something like rain

if you remember

 

it is a tablet

a swan glide so

 

morning breaks over it

fall out of fear and hatred

 

a picture should take you in

 

each of us writes a book this big

 

weren’t we chosen by the shape?

 

make it an edge of ours

as often torn as lit

 

make sleep

 

every one’s alone together then

as in an ending

 

no one else can

 

here’s my scribble too

 

something pokes through

 

there will be some left sign to take

 

the ache throughout

 

though nothing of them now

 

outside of time is god

 

just the same script known all along

and each of us was there