Never To Old For The Sandman!

Ah...respite relished sleeping like a baby,

variations on theme I iterate

impossible to stave of sleepiness,

nor advantageous to struggle against weight

of heavy eyelids akin

to bajillion tons of freight

after squeezing out every iota of energy,

whether mental or physical exhaustive state

subsequently pleasurable surrendering

into realm where unpredictable self portrait,

where pleasant dreams await

a personalized vividly dynamic

realm, where consciousness doth abdicate

analogous to A Stop at Willoughby

Season 1; Episode 30 of Twilight zone

May 6, 1960 - Original air date

though evocative images fill mindscape,

I immediately forget conglomerate

sans, illusory wonderful world

potential motherlode, did create

a bittersweet dire straight,

asper this aspiring scrivener

REM recall equals absolute zero

no matter awakening eye designate

natural process this body to facilitate

transitioning to formulate

after juncture of adequate

time ample restoration did satiate

yours truly revelled within tete a tete

among "FAKE" persons mine

unconscious did amazingly, gracefully,

and inexplicably generate.


  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2019 14:57
  • Category: Friendship
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