The Sleep

Knowing I am not the I when awake

Dreams like these
they wake me
my guts on the table
of my story

I welcome the core,
the lava,
the eruption
of life
Of speak
Of something to says
This is the story

It's what goes under
when I wake to unconsciousness
It's what keeps me here
in the wrong place
looking for it again
in the wrong place

It lives in my dream
The truth

It's the sleep to the sound of
My Heart breaking
against the Lie
to crack open The Song

hanging to every particle
until
each whispers away


Oh this Day
This Moment to get the gift
only to watch it collapse and melt away
and to pretend through today
until we meet again
this Truth and I.