Sleep sessions are restrictive,
Predictive fictions made all the same.
But I am still-staring
And the seams are still tearing
As I wear out my blood
In covers undone.
I am draped.
A body bound to the grave,
Comfortably waiting,
Anticipating to be saved.
I'm gravely symptomatic
But never diseased,
I'm kept on my knees
Under satin sheets.
Wake me, wake me,
I'm going to die!
Repeated rested readings
Leave the feeling inside
Unfinished,
Diminished,
Heaven's incomplete call.
So I linger in limbo,
A sleep unresolved.
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