Sunday, August 23, 2020

In Astral Repose

Quiet has invaded. Silence, after a great noise, exaggerates itself. Lull becomes lullaby in nocturne form. Little jolts of sleep pop across the forehead, luring thoughts into dreams.

Time to go to sleep. Pictures, lucid and imaginary, blink in pineal sight. Music rings on in auditory hallucination. All of this is fodder for slumber.