When You Come Out Of Death

The Big Sleep is not that big

And it resides here, inside us.

And to call it sleep is

A hair’s width deep

To a place where none can guide us.

It’s a place to be visited

By all those inquisitive

Who can leave their bodies

Live lives as mere hobbies

They dabble in them,

Travel in them

And leap in the air.

They sleep without care

Cause they are aware

Awake is still sleeping somewhere.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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