Falling Asleep

Waiting for my chemical numb.
My massaging messenger.
Bringing me gifts of landscapes, ideas and feelings foreign to my conscious soul.

Over or under the Mulberry bush.
Cradling nursery rhyme logic.
Unabated Images. There is no rest from rest.
We are forever dancing, feeling, living an existence unnatural and unknown.
We inhabit it together.
You
and I.
The journey to the center of the earth, a quiet stroll in the park, death & torture.
Flying.
I am most alone and uncaring in this regard.
When it comes.
That renderless pixie.
Depositing freedom.
Bodiless, I indulge myself.
I deserve it, I think. Body's can be so cumbersome can't they?
All that breathing and thinking about moving.
Where I'm going, things just happen.
They just are.
And I accept it.
I await it.
With open unmoving arms.
And a soft soft pillow.