I sweat my bed.
I do all but dread
The undraped dreamscapes.
I’d replay and replay
Heaven’s elevator tunes on tape.
Is it true I did
Fluid-loss & exhaustion,
All that turning and tossing?
I sweat my bed.
First thing is shower head to head,
It takes cold water to weigh
This old man awake to stay down,
Away from high ground.
.
I’d walked hard
To find my feet,
To find a way
In that far town.
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