Sheep


In my saddest dreams
I sleep
in soil damp and dark
as the saddest stones

I wear woolen blankets
wrapped like sheep

among stones among grass

resting like seasons
slowly sinking like sleep
down through darkness

damp

heavy,

deep

my hands asleep,
numb and dead as the hair of sheep

I eat the grass
among stones

among sheep

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dg 10.9.10