Now I sleep.
This is the nightly game of death
played between life and me.
This is sweet
...
If evolution calls forth
Eyeless men, born with small mouths and strong hands
truly it is the evolution of our stoney construct
not of the people
...
Now, I Sleep
Now I sleep.
This is the nightly game of death
played between life and me.
This is sweet
respite from the
waking world, or
some such life-like dream
Of the Unreal Ghosts
that flood
the Unreal city
and float through
hollow streets.
Burrying themselves
beneath the concrete
for fear
of drifting off.