Indolence
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting."-Wordsworth
INDOLENCE
Indolence is bliss
As the balm for
Hardly Recognized Dreams
Which slip beneath my pillows and sheets
And disappear in little streams
Indolence is bliss
As the cure for
The Path to Nowhere
Anything impossibly taunting
Can be forgotten in a sleep-of-no-care
Indolence is bliss
As the cure for
The Impediment of Youth
Which acts older than its years
But still looks so uncouth
Indolence is bliss
As the cure for
Absolutely Nothing at All
Sleep and sleep as I might
I still carry Adam’s Fall.
2010
SLEEP
I do and I don't
I will and I won't
Wake up early tomorrow
I'll sleep through my sorrow
2020
About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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