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I think I'm going to stop sleeping.
Turning dreams of work to working on dreams
of all hours of the night.
I'm more convinced I'm more awake when asleep anyways.
I'm more convinced I'm sleeping through every day.
Plodding through my 3 to 1 scale of weeks and minutes
and dinners and the sense of accomplishment that lessens each and every moment.
That inevitability of failure.
The words of prophets tumble confused over each other, a mass of screams from every generation in a tidal force, a wave breaking ashore to thirsty ears and deafened stone.
I think I'm going to stop sleeping.
Be the man in the dark, in his madness, at work to work the madness, beat and malleate until some brand of function comes to form.
And like the wave, be drug back screaming for more, leaving my blood and salt against the rock, leaving pearls of sand from my flesh and mind.
The wave will always come again. And I will be on it, every time, reaching for that high tide mark.
And inevitably, history will see that I die penniless and leave just enough wake to show others, if nothing else, that there is always more to live.
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It's never planned.
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Ummm.....befuddled?
It's been too long, dear one. I've missed you. I certainly hope you're well.
By far my favorite line of the entire piece is:
"Turning dreams of work to working on dreams"
- gave me a somewhat false hope/idea that the work would be more upbeat. I felt myself fall as the darkness kinda smacked me unawares. Ending perked up slightly - overall, beautiful & well done, as you are want to do.....
Much Love to you,
~ Janet ~
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i heart you
you rock as always matt! i love the way you write...and the metaphors are always the catchers of my eye. <3
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This actually leaves many thoughts to ponder. I think it is written very well, with much depth and meaning. Perhaps you meant it as such, perhaps not, but it is a good piece.
Storm
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