Sleep

The sky burns into embers, and the light
mocks itself into shadows.

Heaviness rests in a pushing, breathing
Motion,
taking the life we knew. Sinking it into darkness,
control a rare illusion, as we believe in sanity.

These are the depths, where you really live.

Following the paths and patterns, the tread and thread, that follow us, as we follow them.

Do you know this place?
Does your own sanity seem strange?
Because it should.

The way seeing a whole universe from one perspective would.

Fine, forget it, it was only a dream.
Although reality is as strange as those dreams seem.