Sleep strikes
like unawares
breaking minds
blinding cares
Minutes go from
sum drip to
log flow
rowing you
Snores hoard backstrokes
croak, style frees dreams from breath --
a visual point
dotting reams and reams
Casual naps scrap big sands
for a little glass whose grains
already live on the bottom
with the dregs of the partial day
The horizon's perpendicular to vertical oasis
exerts itself syllabically to sound like a mirror's corsage
worn to the last best dance at the highest school
where every intellect gathers as much moss as the next bricked-out hour
Roman Ryan 