we love to sit in pure silence
lie in bed eternally warm
and perfectly flat
in possession of utter
butter melting comfort…
But! Sleep has been corrupted…by duty!
Work is the enemy of Sleep…
Loaf!
rule by the pillow…
think with the slippers…
feel with the cushion of things…
attain tea.
orient the soul
by stirring a spooon
look through the window
out at the frost
all sugared
and metaphysical…
Reality - made to muse…
everyone
should be a monk…
there is some
reason in that.
to cultivate.
to become like bread.
to have a hand on the world.
to make God…
sleep is absolutely necessary…