poetry 2

sleep

a restful time

where something else comes alive

a mirror of yourself

impossible to remember.

i wake up,

my room has changed

it's moved around

no longer mine.

my room belongs to it now.

i have no control.

sleep has more.

it forces you to do it

you cannot avoid it 

all humans, must sleep at once.

and it will pull you

and pull you 

and pull you in

until you are the same material.

until you are bonded together.

until it hurts to let go.

it wants to come alive.

it hates being sunken in our straitjacket of body.

it begs us to be let out

scratching and itching.

until it is,

and that

is when our eyes rest.