98: Lavender Night

From this angle, the sky is still,
lavender, frozen, in the beat of the night
as we lay paralyzed under sheets of cloth
weaved for comfort and (in)activity.

"To-night we dream to-gether,
alone, together,
everywhere at once,
and at once,
nowhere."

The night is bright, with the dark hue of lavender
shielded with chilly fog, dirt-crust windows, and golden curtains of yellow
I peel them back to glance down at the world, tiny figures zoom
north and south to the town;
But the lights are glowing, a permanent fixture
of the urban birth of nature, a monstrous hybrid --

Thoughts enter my eyes as the deep sleep begins.

It is a manifest of destiny, and the moon agrees
Watching our forced sleep while circling our domain
And the dew drops form from the thirst of the earth
(The plants, too, need their fill after being trampled upon.)
Like a blanket, we are covered; encapsulated,
serene. 'Till we are grappled, choked,
coldly strangled awake
by the amorphous seed of the sound.