sleep that long sleep

to let the head unwind

and stuff away

a galaxy

of unwanted thoughts—

I ask why they arise?

I am perplexed

as to how

anything

undesired

can force its way

through the great canal

of birthdom (birth-dom)

into being-ness—

there must be a fierce

power that propels

life forward,

else my aching brain

would not be burdened—

Or, maybe,

perhaps,

I have not yet expanded my perspective

to catch a glimpse

of a more complex design

which

burden

simply falls within—

like a feather

resting upon a cloud

within the infinite expanse of sky—

it's mine to ponder,

but what can I do

to send burden on it's way?

far off mountain top
with far off dreams
and far off visions
of worlds
the human mind
can only see
with eyes closed—
in complete and utter
peaceful empty tranquil trance—
yes, the worlds are coming
mmmhmmm graceful
from beyond the clouds
where there is no sky
only a half moon rising
in blazing sun
to kiss the stars