Saturday, 06 June 2009

• Dreamless Sleep

  by John “JAM” Arthur Miller

   

  I am so tired as my weary bones drag along the

  ocean floor, dredging along the bottom of

  my soul, past the brine of banal existence

  and biting deep into the marrow of earth

  where mysteries weep in confusion

  and epiphany takes flight

  in the quivering form

  of floating jellyfish—

  thought and

  dreams

   

  Note: I am no poet, but sometimes I feel obliged to give formation to prose in order to express what I feel.  This is such a case.

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