Plastic Fuzz - 5/9/2014

There's that moment

when the brain fuzzes over

dipped in plastic

the eyes cross

and find other lights to see

the will sags

and the flesh rebels

against wakefulness

against function

against forward

or backward

or sideways

when the self

simply wants

to lie

and rest

and find the focus

that has run away

into a dim fog.

There is a time

when doing

becomes done

when making

becomes made

and when stars move

behind clouds

as if waiting

not to be seen.

There is a breath

that carries all of this

a name that pulls this into

a tired little grin

no less sleepy

and needing of rest

but calm

and finding of reason

within the fog

and fuzz

cracking the plastic

and shows us

that coming back to life

will happen

with one dawn or many

when forward

backward

sideways

will happen

again.

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