The world goes on

In the middle of a lazy afternoon my eyelids droop— paper shades against the light— patterns that precede sleep cast nets inside my eyelids: electric blue, pulsing violet-red. Breath eases, evens, feet cease twitching & that myotonic jerk that often snaps me alert, stills. Telephones jangle, ballerinas whirl & leap, TVs blast commercials, salesmen sell […]