Listing to G-d

Listing to G-d¹

I do not know 
what I want when I 
want slumber

I only know I need 
my eyes to cement
the nightdark bursts
into frissons of starlight
homage

A workplace of sugary suggestion 
labours in breath
when eyes do not need the need to see
what becomes of becoming
a spoiled bodyshape

I do not fail I merely fall
— beingone —
into the weight of nightlight air

Alone with my viscous trust
and heatstrokes of invisible ballast
shifting to deliver 
holy property
sojourning an I I
do not know

—

¹ what I call sleep