“Dreaming, In Sleeve Notes…”

Dreaming,

in sleeve notes,

I catch forty winks,

minding metaphors,

consigning their meter,

to sentences,

sleeping, so deeply..

..and

keep the nightwatch,

of nouns,

whilst my Soul slumbers,

sweetly,

in swaddling,

of subsonic similes,

resonant registers,

riffing, in R.E.M..

Nodding-off,

to numerous consonants,

in combination,

is easy, then.

Stirred, only,

by syllables,

wrapped,

in acts and anecdotes,

the, literal, antidote,

to assonance

and dissonant,

discordant

notes.

My rest,

floats, harmoniously,

upon adverbs

and adjectives,

formed, to describe

the beauty,

of all, that is said,

lyrically.

Relaxed reviewing,

and mulling

and chewing it over,

… napping,

in the arms of narratives,

transports me, Home…

bringing,

sacred repose,

through, apposite, prose,

to the great plains,

of couplets and

blank verse

and comforting cadence,

where I,

patiently,

tirelessly,

ardently,

roam.

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