Sleep Crazy One Sleep
A nocturnal sorting machine
clatters inside a skull.
Images flit across closed eyes.
A blind man works there,
he is not the loopy one
he’s just a working man,
a projectionist, a time-puncher.
There are surfacing zip codes
that can lead you from
one dream world to the next.
Read the waves that reach your shore.
Follow the insomniac
that looks into his own burning theater.
Read with a crazy heart.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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