Nap in a Box

Can you hear what I hear
see what eyes free
from a cage in the mind
asleep, a clenched fist
abstract nouns: do they not belong?

Tell me what I want
to feel from the certainty
of this dark room
hosting a mid-day slumber
relaxation tomb.

I reject wholewithfaith
the sensational notion
that the end is an impossibility
until after it's over;
the thought can occur
it has:
the loss of the light
won't be so tragic.