Nod 1 & 2
Nod
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Thoughts of discomfort dissolve into numbness.
Consciousness is now a dream.
Sounds of the office mingling with the swirling melodies of Django
then slipping off into a distant corner to be hushed.
The entire visible world fades from view and memory.
Fighting the tide of sleep becomes too much and I sink below the current
To be pulled out by a ringing phone or thoughts of getting work done.
Pulled out of the tidal wave to get a breath and start fighting again.
Someday I’ll give up and sleep under my desk.
—–2003
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Nod 2
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I swing like Tarzan on the vines of sugary energy.
They are short and frayed, but keep me from the tide of sleep below.
The caffeine and sugar vines are now wearing with use
And soon I’ll be diving to the bottom of a deep, refreshing sleep…
—–2003