That feeling that blankets mid-morning,
Coaxing you back to slumber
So much unlike true sleep.
Your bones of liquid lead drag you down
Your mind is heavy, yet, your thoughts fly.
This is the strange twilight time
When time is immaterial and reality an afterthought.
Reality? No, realities; so many merging together,
Descending to you in a fog.
I love ‘Your bones of liquid lead…’