Often I sense I fear sleep.
A knowledge resides deep within.
The deep, not of any hidden, buried feeling,
But rather something that is secure, undisturbed.
I’m tired, but my eyes hang on just long enough
and when I take to bed, I go under just for a moment’s passing
until I pop back up, gasping for life in cold and sweat
as if I had just momentarily
ducked under an oncoming wave at sea
as to avoid the brunt of a force larger than myself
but foolishly deny what is nature around me.