I sleep to fight off yesterday’s embers, I sleep to separate one dawn from the next, I sleep as a nomad that listlessly tosses one day’s plain and settles in on another, I sleep to show the people my lovely side-my separated hair and glaring eyelids. Life remains outside, staining morning in it’s conclusions… when I sleep to dissever from reality, to discriminate from sin that divides my head into halves. I ramify from the heavy flesh, lazy and mortal, at night.