Sleep takes us, takes hold.
Shadowy hands pull into dark folds.
Fall into abyss, fall off the teetering edge.
Dropout, dripping with featherweight lead.
Slip into slumber.
Trip onto trance.
Tripped up by the tendrils that reach but can’t grasp
Brushes of brain bristles push up, brush past
Claimed by unconsciousness.
Conscience mess, dimmed.
Seized by dreams.
Siege unhinged, unlocked, let in
Swarms of silence, drifting off.
Drifts by in drowsy doses
Closed clasps, sealed box.