Release53115

sleep comes when the dust settles

imagining the light of day progresses

a wince at first light, hold your breath

and watch the wax figure melt

before your very eyes into a pool of blood

so thick that it is more than bone

now the tantrum of the decade

flies apart in all directions

and the lotus flower exaggerates

its bloom, merely floating on back eddies

and making a home for the frogs

whose pleasure in life relieves the sky

of its many-winged predators

and only then will the release be fulfilled