Having never woken up at 4pm again,,, I sleep into perpetuity
My dreams write this poem
Forgotten, detached Lullabies
Smeared like blood against the walls of my dying dreams
I’m still thinking, I’m still dreaming
Am I still alive?
There’s the vanishing bleep of life-support
Trying to support something dying is truly
A complete waste of an endeavor
It reverberates through my mind-
The beautiful tinkling of a phantom noise
Beep, Beep, Beep-
My disappearing act is summed up in one
Clangorous , monosyllabic
I’m still here though
Hearing the beep nevermore
No everlasting beep
To Furnish the silence of the dead
What will I remember?
What have I forgotten?
As the dream of my dying thoughts vanish
There’s no more................
Not even a prayer........... No AMEN to finalize this ineloquent pause
Before the great God of the medical machine Issues one last prayerful BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP