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![]() August 18, 2004
why sleep?
How sleep when it's 4am and an elemental storm courses through me, inappropriate poetry crackling, bursting out my seams? Stormswept Sleep sundered, Storm dancer hurls lightning, wind-whipped. Thunder howls unheard in the rising crescendo. Sodden sheets stick as I twist, Dreaming of you, Sweeping me awake into awareness of absence and love spilling over, rocking me, bowling me over, cascading forth in endless waves. Searching, seeking... Love enough to heal a thousand broken hearts. Keep it to yourself! NO! Stubborn bitch. Yes.
Bitch. Yeah. Bitch without a Master. Best watch yourself, Take it all and make it hers. Beware boy, or she might take you too, Just once, just for the hell of it, Can you hear PJ wailing her long snakey bitchmoan? later still(or earlier-that darn sky's getting lighter): Rebirth Kali grins, dancing ecstatic on the corpse of her husband. Raising power, midnight blueblack, mighty limbs stamping out a beat, Owning life, death and birth. His, to die. Give birth, bring life, or let it die, kill it. Suckle, nurture, create. Sever, rend, destroy. Kali dances, Wow, 6am, pretty pink sky and Dakinis windows are white with condensation. Naw, beds calling. I'd best try to sleep a bit so I can meet with my client in the morning(well, later in the morning) and not be too damn sleepdeprivedgrouchy.
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