Will sleep cure my lonely life?
In dreams I am amoung the giant trees,
soaring at enormous speeds
red-cape around my neck and young
wizzing through the leaves,
I can leave! I can leave!

"take
...
time
...
take
...
time
...
take
...
time"

The darkest holes of memory,
are childhood
hole-filled and crevase-deep
sandy and wet,
earlier and earlier,
longer and longer.
Clearer and clearer.
It is an old woman's sleep.