Elegy for Sleep - Zach Horvitz

[Larry Robinson]

Elegy for Sleep

Half dead, seeking what some call sleep,
I saw Socrates eating tree-bark on Mt Olympus.
I saw the deeds of a lost continent’s forgotten spirits.
I was an intruder there, wielding a rubber spear,
speaking a future tongue to pierced ears.
It’s possible to black out, even in dreams.
I was victim of my own imagination’s schemes. 
Detritus of stone heads, marble chests.
Ruin of hoarders in a dark recess.
I am always dying half-deaths, never arriving
at unbroken rest. Always reviving 
the unreal patterns of another life,
the colors and tatters of dreaming night.

	- Zach Horvitz
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