(Slumber)

Turn over
In your sleep
And find inspiration
In the throbbing blue
Lights
Behind your
Eyelids, so dark
And unfamiliar,
So—
Safe.

Smile
With me
Grimacing behind
Those white gates.

Let me look at you
They cry,
Their voices like the harpies
I see
Swinging through the
Pale cloudy edge on the
Ends of my vision.

You always
Say
Let’s get out of here
Let’s go,
Go away from all this—

And go where?

Back to whence you came
And
By God,
Get thee Satan behind me,
For I have sinned
In wishing for something so different
So
Neutral
Then what everyone expected.

Can I be
Apathetic
To your dreams,
Your hopes and thoughts of
Something so—
Who knows.
I am indifferent.
I can’t care, for
How can something so
Empty
And gone
Care?

(your words, not mine. I have none remember?)

Must all my silences have
Parentheses around them?

Must all my
Sleepless days
Have emotions attached
In sweet little cursive messages asking
How was school?

I should think not.

But, after all,
You won’t hear this.
I will remain impassive, and silent
And you—

You will turn over
In your sleep
And find inspiration
In the throbbing blue
Lights
Behind your
Eyelids, so dark
And unfamiliar,
So—
Safe.