La nuit donne conseil

The pillow inflated with thought feels soft
and cool as the lake in twilight in Summer
painted by a Czech artist at the peak
of symbolism - if you follow my drift

The blanket thin wrapped around
the argument embodied by the Me
this lack of subtlety emblazoned on the
label
"high-browism" takes a while to digest.

Yet if you check the poem the arrows
fly into Sans Sebestian - a single digit
number takes over the Amazon
accompanied by the handmaidens
of Life and Death, Oxygen and Carbon,

You too breath in the fresh repetition
in your sleep - an oxymoron given
the lines above and now below:

The pillow inflated with thought feels soft
and cool as the lake in twilight in Summer
painted by a Czech artist at the peak
of symbolism - if you follow my drift.