Sleep()

Peace of mind as resource. Ebb and flow // desire and gratitude. Chance of annihilation today, acknowledged; <= many others. Access to internet, sustenance, shelter, secure, for now. All’s relative. Relative. Revelativationatory. You heard it where last.

I sleep away from those who say I were their friend or family. I sleep and pray with those who lay before who know my sorrows. Cast offs and olds, runts, strays and bolds who just didn’t have what it takes to do what but live, scrape by and bid, for the chance to perform in bigger and shinier jigs.

I sleep thankful for each peaceful moment, waiting for the world to swallow me piece by piece. I can move my fingers and toes. I am thankful, and disgusted all the same.