sleep

Sometimes sleep eludes me.  My body and these chemicals may be still dancing their awkward uncomfortable dance.  I roll on my side and close my eyes and move into that fugue of waking sleep.  Always I am in a granite canyon, where the brown hard igneous rock is broken by the sparkle of crystal embedded deeply within the fabric, the very soul of the stone.

It is a beautiful place, but I am very lonely.

There are no stars or moon, yet I see.   Like one of Michaelangelo’s prisoners it is there. Straining with heart, and soul, and mind to break free of the imprisoning stone. I see its dragon eye, redder than a ruby with its pupil of darkest onyx.  I am not afraid, but I know should it escape I will have to face it.

I roll on my side, shifting the blanket to ward a draft.  I wonder if my memory is addled, and I have written this post over and over.  Sleep doesn’t come, I rise and prepare for work.



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