Sleepy

wordless

worthless

burden heavy

many pressings on flakey flesh

superficial sense

empty mind

asks
stacked
up
like
boulders.

I roll them up hills.

No more-
no
more
to bed- to sleep

to dream- to die-

I have no hands

for there is no blood on them

so I am not responsible

not at all

let me the ether dark

so
to slip down