Poems from marofmars
Sleep
The subtle traces
Of a life once lived
(imagined)
The trance of disposal,
Human, rendered,
Paralyzed
Immobilized.
Sleep:
The escape...
the lame beggar sits in scum
living for a miracle
he has not yet begun
to walk
to stand
to become
a bird
has its wings
to scatter
to see
to...
And who's to blame,
For all the sadness in the world?
Is it
Archaic,
As old as Time,
In the water before it became
Water?
Or is it a price...