On the Strangeness of Going to Bed

The living think it nothing that night after night
They hold undress rehearsal for the burial rite:
They close the lids and, climbing the archaic deep,
Ride out in the long black limousine of sleep
Midway into eternity where they stop and dread
Directions to the godhead from the critically dead.

–July 20, 1987

(“On the Strangeness of Going to Bed” appeared in Dream International Quarterly, Champaign IL.)

Published on November 2, 2006 at 3:48 pm  Leave a Comment  

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