Friday, November 30, 2007

Sleep

Cycles up hill
Coasts down
Glutton for dips.
Ink; like water,
Flows best
With gravity.
I cry
When I wake
Because I wake
Failed again.
Failed.

2 comments:

aria said...

I can envision you clearly in the panic mornings... your words tug something within ..

kek-w said...

Lovely!