Requiem for sleep. Elusive as summer love come fall. Here are reflections, more than medidation, much less medications, on the need to sleep when you cannot, until the shadows on the wall move up and down and right and left at the same time. Spinning room sinking deep. —– Those Dead hands and heads groove that way. (See 3rd graph.)
To sleep or not to sleep, that is the question with only one answer. I am, or was for a few […]