Tell me why I\u2019m tired?
\nWhere did I go in my dreams?
\nDid I fly,
\nwalk,
\nfall into an abyss,
\ncrawl servile with fear?
\nDid life weigh on me
\nlike a stone?
\nDid I sink to the bottom
\nof a sea,
\nand stay cold forever?<\/p>\n
Out of place on my desk
\nare fires,
\nglimmerings,
\nlittle poems,
\nepiphanies,
\na secret diary of meanings
\nthat are geologic.
\nLove hidden in its riddles,
\nand the plainness of blank paper,
\nwith the light
\nof a clear conscience.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tell me why I\u2019m tired? Where did I go in my dreams? Did I fly, walk, fall into an abyss, crawl servile with fear? Did…<\/p>\n