We stayed in an old motel with high roof
still too sunny for sleep we tested the bed|
No underlying mattress just layers of blankets
eventually we would sleep
Sleep and forget our surroundings
creak expand and contract with the roof in afternoon heat
Further into willful intoxicating trance
giving ourselves to ultimate stupor
sinking further into warmth
our bodies disconnecting from us
Leaving the slober and trembling behind
transcending each threshold
Like a dinghy through waves of the shallows
The deep anticipating our arrival
Separating currents curving them
to pull us in an under
Losing our earthbound selves
slowly reduced to simple fish
Lost in the vast recesses
Inhabited by gargantuan prowling hunters
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