The Sleeping Muse, Constantin Brancusi, 1910

delicately I dream embodied elegance alighting at stops of impermanence solemn slumber encased casualty of my day ~ daring to drift like mist, majestic in metallic hues exploring caverns of chaotic carnivals all the while with whistling breath confirming safely sealed in sleep's serenity travels that transmute trajectories of tiresome tears tirades accompanied by brass bands the switch from solo soliloquy savaged by silent slivers of memory screams of "save me" cried into the backlit void vindicated by ventriloquistic vast echoes "view me" I plead to stone walls of whitewashed wishes wanton with trapped wails of all that wandered rich beyond windswept wonder racing to shores of unsure solvency set in seeds of uncertainty forevers framed in filigree "wake me!" lost in insipid intricacy irises bloom, full bellied epiphany enchantments swell perhaps Eros manifests arid oceans tainted with thunderous overtures leaning into laced wings of weary wrath sleep ends in dahlia dipped dopamine carpeting cavern floors foolish rambling greeted by sleeveless silhouettes solemn ~ always solemn