Relax

Starry portents twinkling in iris, the rest was essential, some potent tranquilizer, was working on wrecked nerves, in delirium one felt, sweet honey run through nerves, slowly to brain, where it oozed, as if rain, wetting the parched, and loosening, the starched, gradually links got severed, and limbs knew not, where one was, and where the other, only a blob, rested on bedstead, perhaps holding, the pillow and post, drowsiness was overpowering, and enveloping, the boat sank, and sank deep, only to bob back, as if new.