A Nap

A nap: this whiff of February hibernation: as
the barely sleeping body messages electrically:
and branches – stretches, bristles like a dreaming
grizzly bear: cascades, extends up, down,
throughout the spine: a fizzing static – scattering,

at first in line – then swells and dips and swerves:
a sparkling in the nerves: zapping bright – excitedly –
along the tight meridians: it’s now a bird – or craft:
a ship – exploring, soaring, flapping, crackling,
veiled and secret: mission is to spy: to catch –

escaping capture: just this side of knowing what’s
behind the clouds: a rapture as spectacular as sky:
the ruthless exposition of the “I” – an utter baring
of the animal: now blasted granularly to its
silica component sand – which hisses, sifts, drifts,

looms in whispered dunes to set the shattered
basis of a formless land: luxuriantly riddled with
a lightness like a sense of humor – soon, now,
full of rumor of a brittle wakefulness: the oddness
of immersion you recall: half of anything, or all.


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