Privileged Sleep

Privileged Sleep

We practice privileged life in our sleep, waking we deny it, we don’t need it

Back to dreamland every night, not just once again, but repeatingly repetitious

Safe, secure, so long as it’s not a tall storied building, supported by brush off tales

Homes in overnight flood plains, might as well sleep in boats, forever gambling

Beaten by the weather, will we ever give anything back we grabbed on the way up


Inside the halls of matter and energy, swirling, ebbing, flowing, inflating any old kind of life

Life awakens to surroundings, engages in beneficial relationships, building sustainability

Constant as day or night, change only happening when life merges into existence, the only change that counts

Human life morphing all the time, not evolving, real life never changes
 

Enabling history to survive, flies swarm like vines, drinking tears of flowering wines

Privilege a cement overcoat, filled with rusty rebar, sinking, eventually a buried box

Snoring shelters, shaped, designed, lived in, manicured rubble, washed away by cosmic storms