[Fast asleep, at last bleak ideas]

Fast asleep, at last bleak ideas
Leak from a brain aghast, we seek
To falter and falter fast. Shoulders
Stain with drips from the temple drain

make worries weigh on prayer, nay
all that stalls stays astray, walls
wake, frustrate, boldly capitulate
the head is dead, they say

falling feet make need disgrace,
speak in spades, the hallway of song
first fades then shakes from oblong shapes
finding form, shades that sway so sweet, and wrong.

Fleeting footsteps, fleeing from their feet
Teeter on by toe's teeth their woes weep
and wallow deep in the mud at the willows feet

at long last the beat breaks to meek
music, in a weeks travel, the whole
has unravelled.