I lie down

I lie down

Every night prepared to die,

It hasn’t happened yet

But it will.

How will I know?

Slow slow slow…

There is no coming back from it

Unless you are a true believer

The words of the prophets were written

To help us sleep easier

Nothing is real

In this imaginary world of loss-makers

Slow slow slow…

Breathing is a training exercise

For surviving panic

Nobody knows if waking is inevitable

Unless we do

Slow slow slow…

I am nothing special

Unless everybody is,

In which case we all benefit

Equally

From dream makers.

How much we retain

Is never a given

The answers to the questions

Most often asked

Are almost certainly circumstantial

Slow slow slow…

Too much of what I know

Has been forgotten

For me to believe

That I know very much

Especially in the moments

Just before sleeping

When anything appears possible.

Slow down

Before standing still

It will make for an easier transition

Into dreaming.