I Do Not Sleep For Sleep Is Like The Wind And Trees Amazed

Not sleep for sleep is like the wind and trees amazed by sleep’s persuasive gaze   and germinates inside cicada cochlea—   do not you sleep, do not you sleep?— then eats these hatchlings up, unseen.   In glistening jelly themes hollower than Appalachian mines among pines,   praise, applause, themes—my subtle worms—combine   when […]