The Parasomniac
teeth gnashing
teeth grinding
breaths coming
sporadically &
each time the seizing feeling rips through
feels like one step closer to the end
legs doing a dance
all their own
arms twisting like a pretzel
violent dreams impeding any possibility of
bliss
that might have arisen,
instead replaced by a
fluctuation in the separation between waking reality &
the sleeping state
a wash over tidal wave of
blending occurs &
what comes next cannot be certain---
like the fictional lore of werewolves
or the time spent out of the coffin by mythical vampires
s/he walks among us
in the world his/her head has firmly established
but one in which the rest of us had no
agreement upon &
the walk may be a long one
it may entail more than we bargained for &
the sleepwalking, sleepliving
may very well take us down
nightmare ave.
where the thrusts not allowed in the everyday
come full throttle in the sleep
or the beatings not allowed in the daylight
come pounding, punching & thrashing in the
dark---
everything is possible in this state of no restraint
when the body gets back at the mind for
pushing it to drag on in a world that holds no meaning
for either of them.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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