It's a feeling that wells up
Almost like joy
A yucca center unremovable
Susceptible to frying
Closed eyes vertigo
Shocks turn indigo
And purples draw the curtains
Shutter eyes
Passive flow
An escrow account overdrawn
A surprise
An obviation
To contrive
Obliviation
Of the day
For the night
Dawn of sleep
Without fright
Horizontal
Breathing heartbeats
A beat from calf to brow
Is fading
Demanding now
Susceptible
Perceptual
Sensational without pomp
Green flash horizon
Fade to black
Heavy dense
Surprise passes out
Jolted wake up
A pause with restart rewind
And here one could stay
Until yielding the day
Turning over to seed the night
Roman Ryan 