Mind and Body... I Need Sleep.

Alone on the painted precipice bending the clouds to be weaved I sink to one knee in a solemn reprieve as the sky holds back words which would break me, bereave Inside the four walls of my countenance slipping down thoughts to be thought I clip off the clouds and surrender my shroud to the battle that's left to be fought I'm tired and ragged with bones I'm loosened in lips and I need to go home The wires are crossed and my heart must defrost to prepare me for being alone I'm stuck with my head in the sky I'm peppermint breathing to the infinite "I" The heavy hung hope which I tethered with rope has decided to stretch out and fly Grappling to find my footing somewhere between the braided cloud air I fall through my thoughts like a slim chance not caught to the brilliant white skull sunk somewhere Be glad that your brain lets you rest That it shuts down your stars in good night Mine is elaborate and demands to be tended to I brace up my soul for the infinite fight...