March 18, 2002

  • “Go to sleep…go deep.
    We’ll be back when
    We need you again,”
    was all that was said.


    Sleeper.


    Deep alone
    Into zone
    Upon zone of cover,
    Awaiting word, awaiting touch
    And the call of the others.


    But no one knew where the Sleeper went.


    Simple somnolence was the standing plan:
    Wait.  Sleep.
    But no one foresaw that the one they chose
    Was a subterranean
    Capable of plunging into the yawning throes
    Of fathomless profoundities:  Oh no, too deep.


    Yet the Sleeper awaits
    The resonating resurrection of the recall
    That never comes.
    Bummer.
    Dream on...


    “We’ve lost him.  He’s gone,”
    Resonates as if an echo imagined.
    “We lost you,”  he almost hears,
    As if a world apart
    Still tethers the line of life
    After all these years.


    Now no one knows
    Where the Sleeper goes,
    Still the Sleeper goes
    On endlessly.

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