When I Close My Eyes All Hell Breaks Loose

Half dreaming and breathing full
and true, the dark dances to a place
of blood moons and 10-foot rodents.
I stutter and kick in the present and now
I’m gone to the wind as my breath hits the
fan. Paradigms lurk above; a Tetris shuffle
of nonsense I can barely decode, though I
thirst for every inch of it. Warm air hangs
like a rug from the ceiling and the sheets
cling, rough and terse to each suggested
movement. There’s a safety net I can trample
upon, as though it were more than simply
nuance. Here and now tumbles into my
rough sense of being as I open my eyes.

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