Closing eyes on a blurred
but made, undepressed bed-
side. Closing eyes to a thought of you
unseen by eyes in the living
Rather I lie in this lie
that lives in the blurred world
of truth and formless nonlies.
Fall in love with thoughts and dreams
and words that fall them inbetween and
though leagues and sleeps apart, the cracks wide
enough to bed oneself with fogged
truths that build this lovely night mental
and nightdreamnt scene.