in scarcity Immortality in abundance Death first we yield then we sleep—after—an awakening dark extravagance! the surcease of increase—we are when aroused to conceive what is denied by sleep the dearth of one “buried” in the other’s superfluity
thrown to ruin we will awake the drowsing ground once the wind has aroused our fatal stems for the new born sleep is harvest but for the old it has the appetite of fire
in the common holocaust that surrenders only to the new born the dead will awake & stand erect—aroused by a radiance extinguishing what allows the old to live so vigorously
those asleep when awake yield the resistance of being aroused they rise from dark to endeavor what sleep had extinguished surrendering not for nothing like death & emptiness survives
as common as starlight the radiance of what gets extinguished in sleep where the extinguishing itself is a fire to illuminate the many spectacles seen before the sun that in passing strikes the wandering one with sight for only the blind can see that the truth is light
We flood with sleep so a seed of thought may be cast
upon the ooze where the sediment of day yields a pore
aroused by the heat of a fetal root. In our awakening
it bears the grass we mow & the grain we thresh for but it seeks to flower by a fire we are blind to. That is why
Heraclitus says it is better to conceal ignorance for by day
we labor to arrest what in the dark flourishes.
to douse the combustion of sleep is to extinguish the immense semblance of stars for to dream is to start a fire for others to see & to wake is a burning desire—in truth if sleep is denied not even this will shine all those charged with increase
only in sleep is the surrendering that in dying yields utterly separate from what sunlight resists with ecstasy—in the day those asleep resist in rising