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October 29, 2008

Sleeping Man

There is I suppose a context to this, the poem itself is an attempt to represent our "other" in a dialogue poem. So I looked around and found one of my others who has a habit of rising to the top alot of the time. And here he is.


Sleeping Man


“Go back, back to that homely tomb,

Lie in your bed and sleep through life,

Ignore the fall of sand upon the glass.”


“But rise I must to greet the glimmer,

Day’s first rays peek even now through.

And I must be out and about the world.”


“Why go to that world of pain and strife,

Why rise only to wish you were a slumber

Why walk when you can fold up here.”


“What would you have me do, stay?

Weighed down by ethereal nothings

Like cold steel bars across chest and shoulders

And confined to that black despair of rest

Which gives no respite, no relief, no end.

When I sink into that oily night I do not dream,

A dream requires freedom, and I am never free,

Merely sucked under the slimy sickness of sleep

Clasping my self and suffocating the mind buds

That dwell within.”


“So you sleep sound, away from nightmares,

How hard for you to bare such burdens,

Better to lie still, there’s worse out there

Than oblivions embrace.”


“But I must wake-up Sleeping Man!

The world does not wait for me to wake

If I stay locked in sleep much longer

The world will sprint on by and leave me

Laying there collapsed, consigned to dust.”


“It will abandon you regardless, dump you

Like the sack of self-righteous shit you are,

It’s too fast, too callous, too real for you

To bear. So why try to get back up,

Why insist you run into wall after wall,

Till it has more of your blood on it than

Your heart beats through that sandy breast.”



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