i have, by great effort
made the decision to move onto the outskirts
of fear
sometimes it is dull here
sometimes there is the mouse crawling up my leg
and sometimes it is as if i never seem to wake up
i thought that when the enlightenment came
i would never be tired again
i heard of a woman who for the love of god
gave her life and on a train to a death camp
lay on her back in utter delight
gazing at the stars and feeling
jesus
but right now what if feel is tired
and what i'd like is cold water for these
red eyes
and an hour more of sleep
in the bed thats already taken too many hours away