amphibi.us

The book is weight too dead to hold

my eyelids delicate shrouds draped

over sight as I set syllables adrift

half awake in a room rolling down

to sleep breathing thick as night fog

gathered on a northern sea

I sink with elements of plot

submerged as reading flows

into sleep – I push my raft

from the dock of a phrase

my body floating down

as desire dies. I am my effigy.

© Kenneth Radu, 2010