I lie wide eyed, dismayed
that sleep again evades my eager desire
to fall in to that deep dark place
my familiar friend
but sleep has turned her back on me
and leaves me helpless
exposed to time and memory
while bits of me float off
into the far wherever
my sturdy self, exposed
as ethereal
as a dandelion clock
waiting for the first breath
or breeze
to send a thousand parts of her
flying off, spinning reckless
into dandelion future
the leaving of my bits
spin no happy future
they are merely the destruction
of my dreams
how can I have lived this long
most times delightful life
so wrapped in the comfort
of my own ignorance
until the day
I knew
Copyright (c) 2022 by Eryll Oellermann
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