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Sworn Eyes
Swollen and
not concentrating on music as much in these worn eyes sheltered
the morning I went to technical sense before when
could think and see-hear until the energy ran out. Need to urinate is third
best sensation of existence….third only to the actual second of body contraction
of vomiting to the cathedral with the straw floor where there are
nurses’ laughs fucking the pinnacle and being able
to constantly keep oneself from falling victim to sleeps muted stoppage
of breath. It is an experiment I do nightly until sleep eventually overtakes
me. Right that’s why they shape the roof like this to get it all
so damn heavenly majestic and so you’ll hear and look up and see nothing
but sparrows cutting across the angles therein lies belief before
the actual crossing into true-sleep one’s hearing fails and you grasp for
breath. (Trust me as I leave a radio on all-night to alert me to its coming…the
grasping of breathe is what alerted me to this phenomenom). Be heard
not seen the secret to old divinity. Spaces wander and there we rest and
there we bless. It is quite a scary experience to
hit upon and most people never approach it. But I am fearful of sleep as
it is only practice for death. The more one falls asleep the more one starts
to weaken to death like a farmer fattens a cow for carnivalistic consumption.
The carpenter made off and slammed the door nosily. I didn’t hear it. Yes.
I
don’t have nightmares when I sleep and try to pin some sort of psychoanalytic
explanation why I don’t like to fall asleep; it is quite simply that I
find the expereince rather draining on the backside and causes me some
disorientation upon waking. The sight repeating struck ten hours.
The man freed himself from the sand molded of his body and in the place
he’d been he saw that he’d been face down. Best thought
comes after 24 hours of sleep avoidance and one’s eyes swear to tesitfy
this fact. The captain showed no sign of surprise or rage. Haven't
you ever seen doctor’s eyes after successful overnight surgery or those
of the revisionists striving all night to perfect presentations or stop
enemy intruders? It comes down to this…If you can feel that you can afford
to waste time counting fucking he’d been there before, and yanked
me from where I stood amazed sheep.
Time: 12:48
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