A Kind of Drowsiness

Dream of stealing the drowsiness from a busy day

Running away with them, without the soul’s permission

Crimson anger weakens when lights are forced to dim

Some unknown shadows nod to dictate their course

Life runs away from the conscious valleys towards silly emptiness

Excruciating quietness crushes the relevant words

As the world seems awake, the confabulating weirdness steals

Destinies may be etched, but drowsiness is one seeks

~Amitav