cry
cry
til you no more weep
fall
fall
into my keep
into
into
a motionless heap
muted
muted
don’t make a peep
sleep
sleep
sunk down deep
Deep in the pit
of my stomach
a chipmunk seems
to have gotten loose
and he’s running
and chattering
and scurrying about
looking for nuts
or some such
nonsense
I try to tell him
now just isn’t the time
he’s upsetting my breakfast
and he’ll have to pay!
sleep
slip
silently
into
internal
isolation
drifting
dreaming
dangerously
falling
from
fate