I sleep, sleep and sleep
until I can’t sleep
anymore, the day is not
far when it won’t be
a choice, the only thing that
would count is how
well, you do it.
Practice preferred. It is
a craft to sleep deep and
art to be dead, lying
straight underground
at stretch, in one position,
without an inch of twitch
and watch the muscle
melt and rot
becoming staple food of
the invisible lives.
Practice preferred. As I
grow uglier, the wreaths
decrease and so the
stoppings of men who
promised the eternal
love.
Practice preferred.
Sleep dead and
deep.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
