June 1st, 2006



those last few moments. you've brushed your teeth and done everything that needs to be done in that vicinity and you are in your sweats and stocking feet and the watch is off and the rings are off and there is nothing between you and bed but the short climb up the ladder and if there were any way to draw out the moment of falling asleep when you surrender your consciousness back into your body where it rests and your body lying flat on the earth where it rests and you wonder if death is this sweet or whether the world of objects will welcome you back as warmly as does your own materiality. what is the difference precisely after all.

this is not a suicide note but a paean to sleep itself where we go to give it up every few hours and may or may not be promised it back again in the morning. most likely I'll see you all tomorrow.
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