Blue Green Planet
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Let me bank sleep,
cup the wisps of z's in my hand:
snooze, slumber, hibernate.
No mere dozing, or afternoon siesta, but a
deep, bone-setting, earth-filling, sea-diving slumber.
An oceanic nap of eonic proportions,
dusted with the glitter of geologic ages.
Let me lie dormant,
spread porous, prone, and unconscious,
unknowing unfeeling unseeing unthinking
I fall to earth and know the scent of loam,
the press of clean sand.
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