- Vol. 09
- Chapter 11
Ode to Rest
Tired of the news, tired of the Net,
tired of anxiety, tired of regret.
So, I fell asleep
and dreamed I was a leopard
made of midnight clouds.
The bright moon shone through me
like alms upon the sky,
where the songs of whales beneath me
pulsed a lullaby, swept my rosette-
essence, pierced my ink-stained eyes,
where islands rose near palm trees
as they waved a soft goodbye—
goodbye to fears, the lonely years,
the news, the Internet, loss
and tears, unconscious spheres,
Goodbye to the exhausting things.
Hello to sweet, sweet rest