Sleep

by

Bravig Imbs


I


slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous

pushed by a wedging force unthinking opened

how like a cloud I floated down the dim green air

unthinking of the soft violence of odorous winds

the falling plaint of hidden violins

and eyes

following


II


doors unto doors unfolded downward

and I was like unto a sailing ship

stern downward sailing on a dim green sea

unmindful of the rich push of flowery winds

the melting voices of far seraphims

and arms

following


III


slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous

lowered above my head in absolute slow closing

quiet as a shadow on a dim green wall

I rested in my dark and ivory vault

the violins were no more nor eyes nor arms

hours on hours

following



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