Going To Sleep, Prose
The strangest of fairy-tales,
meaningless (hidden) phrases- lost out loud;
Dropping the only centerpiece;
she is sinking through vacant clouds.
That sparkle you feel when all is okay,
And thinner again that yarn frays away.
Its the blackest of black within bright yellow
(it bellows, it bellows),
I don't know how she did it, she printed me well! Oh,
The silence turns sweat dark sugar sweet melts,
lay still twitched and glitched,
from false wake harpooned
and my (green) silk dragon still hails (calm),
as if this storm could die.