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?