Sleeping like it's the only thing
possibly it is the only thing that you know
how to do anymore. Strip all your clothes off
and climb into bed, like stumbling
head would crack if the bed wasn't soft. There
is nothing graceful about these movements
this fatigue, and the world spins around
your little island
before you fall.
Your mind turning like a thousand little hamster
wheels, and your eyes stay shut with a
million exploding colors of light.
You should be wondering about nausea, does it
make sense to get motion sickness in bed?
This weariness is something beyond an active
day, this weariness is coming to you from a
galaxy away, through waters and whispers
and heavy clouds.
With all this travelling the potency and weight of tiredness
does not diminish, it grows stronger and
full of scrambled messages. Fall. Stumble
even as you are lying there and fall into a softer place than the pillow.