Midnight Ramblings
I slipped, and fell.
Down I go.
Down
Down
D
O
W
N
Down where people don’t recognize me, don’t recognize who I am, don’t recognize what I am.
Down where people lost their identities (who am I?).
Down where identities no longer matter.
I am at peace. I am sleepy. I am sleepily at peace. I am peacefully sleepy. Is it bliss? or is it ignorance?
(and in the voices of midnight the children sang about blue and black)
(and in the back of their heads tremolos danced their red dance and described the color of time)
Time (come to me)
Time (release me)
Time is the thief sneaking in to steal your life.
Time is the snatcher of chances.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chances! Turn and face the glances.
It’s time I go to sleep. The blissful ignorance of the little slices of death.
