Sleep comes Sleep comes when things seem to be fizzling down, Like late night line drawings, just

over a soft pillow In a fuzz of thoughts, their outlines vaguely formed, As the air slowly turns heavy with cavernous yawns. Sleep is when a red of white forms in our glassy eyes Into a mess of capillaries supplying blood to seeing, To dreaming in a sleep of time, in a sleep of thought. Sleeping is body in a merger in the blue of the sky Into a sky of nothing that rises above the apartment, On the roof , by the water tank, listening to its water.