How Deep Is Your Sleep?

How Deep Is Your Sleep?

The limbo/bardo bridge between 

The transition betwixt this life and the next

The much, the nothing, is swinging in the wind,

Suspension hung on pylons sky scraper tall

Public, private is one more critical than mine

Or yours? When does the journey begin?

Our lives are lessons to each other each a reach

Of similar import of export and retort, open report.

These are some of their lessons:

How much didactic is too much 

Resisting evangelical humiliation 

When humility is pursued, a passion

Inconsistent with the ultimate goal

Stand like a blinking roadside warning

Slow down speed up curves ahead

Can one even collaborate across

The divide, cross and return, rise and fall,

How do we coach and experience at once 

The despair and aspiration of ultimates?

Proteins, hydration, fiber, spine

Who keeps the faster in line who

Carries the cancer rebel to the end

And labeled by law as no friend though

In fact they are our double heroes

Keep him well fed as long as he will eat

Let go, permission giving day by day 

Read calories as well as sugar intake

Leave time to laugh at day’s end even

When the day begins (don’t too pious be).

[Remember to ask when a drink’s a friend,

There is NO RULE too stiff to bend.]

It can be hard to misconstrue how time

Shifts gears and directions distributing 

Drugs on a well defined and bound rotation 

But now forgetting day and dosage increase

The anxiety of what we want to measure and how?

And why? When does the Will to cross over exceed

Every other once, and now forgotten goal?

I am fast approaching that line and now legal

Stipulations redefine the outset ends (you’ll

Want to work that out one day societally.)

Given time enough and reason

This compendium could go on forever,

Psalm and psalter proverbs unwind

Leaving others so far behind Dear Abbey

And Miss Lonelihearts, I’m glad we’ve taken 

This long to come this far now carry on.        

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