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Tyranny of Conscious Thought
Words: Sarah Schwister
Image: Elizabeth S. Gilliam Hedgepath
Stars white on the beaded sky, parchment dry,
Are shimmering kites, held in fat fingers and taking
Off, the shifted waters where the trees, joined, lie
Motionless, delicate as a swallow's flight
Hissing morning alarms crack the oasis
The brain snapping the pipes of the room together,
Coordinates of walls, pools of old light, shut doors
Memory saddling that escapade of reality
The dates, the calls, the texts, tweets, tormenting
The mind’s once sacred ability
To not function
Snooze is a tease, a rear view glimpse.
Pulling God’s wrist to get just one more swift inhale
Of the waterfalls and glistening emerald leaves of Eden
Before the inevitable takes its daily hold
Around the throat of the world
Of responsibilities, finances, careers, love affairs
But just a whiff, the crystal trees fall into the cobalt lake
Mercury, dripping, pools at the hairline
Of thought, in the margins of the mind
Lowering the gates of the mind, relieving
The pressure of conscious thought
Just let me hit snooze again.
Let me levitate in the parabola
Rather than make sense of it
In this sleep of reason
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