Sleep
What happens when you sleep, I mean that real deep sleep?
Where are you then? That unconscious lipid pool of non active thoughts swirling without rhythm or
rhyme or purpose. So how you do you know where you are? You could be amongst the stars where
the celestial lights flicker and fizzes and whirls and quasars blast past the two mooned Mars. How
do you know you haven't been headlocked in Bangkok or in some prison cell straight from the
depths of Hell?
How do you know you're not being lowered into a crypt in Egypt
While 'round yonder wall ancient spirits whipped?
How you do know you're not embrawled in a meticulous tedious crawl
behind enemy lines in assurance and hoping to find the out?
You can imagine riding in a jeep in your sleep,
But how do you know it isn't really so?
Sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem