ONE 74 - 75

Couch potato in somnus rest

feet in recumbent repose

arms folded in stately reverence

mindful of the nothing going on

No lines upon his visage

contrast the multi-coloured fabric

swaying with definite amplitude

by the onset of dreams

Pillows, the pillars of support

crushed in fear, hugged in delight

coordinated by eyes under shades

constantly moving left and right

Porcelain and twisted metal

from nearby keep the nights vigil

Their lives balanced on manmade pedestals

out of reach of the swinging arm

Footsteps disturb not, nor cause a stir

for deep is the slumber of the weary

Numb to the world in a state of peace

that even the stare from afar cannot pierce

mindful of the nothing going on

arms folded in stately reverence

feet in recumbent repose

Couch potato in somnus rest