Morpheus

come swiftly with thy black sleep
ticture such light as might penetrate
this fleshy substrata around my rock skull
this leaden soul
snuffing out the last of any imagined whole

dwelling only in an absent darknesss
spinning outward
hinged only such as a universe might sow
yielding ordered happenings within
infinite patterns impossible to know

recline upon a perfect curve that bends away
yawning void that does the self betray
plumbed only after awareness goes astray
and a hidden light prevails

plunge me first into your solemn ink
flood this blunt gristle with a dying comet's glow
blast a chasm through my gut with paltry life's power

ever replicating
fruiting in a single blossoming
before oblivion overtakes