Sleep

by ava rahman

Ambiguous as an ink-blot

Ballooning outwards, glove-like,

Extending forever, infinite,

Until the sun lifts its pale finger

And strikes the sill of day. 

Darkness swallowing all forms,

Door, desk bed;

The splendor of thought,

Inflated, wrapped up in itself,

Clamoring against absorption,

Ensnared in a net of dreams,

Haphazardly collected and projected.

Curled up like a child,

Frog like, amphibian,

Mind watered down like a tincture.

Tidal waves of this fickle day,

Pulling neither here nor there

But everywhere, relent in this dreamworld,

This evening bath.

The world falls into its reflection,

Hours scroll out their minutes,

Waiting, still

Submerged, 

beneath.