R&R

Today, I was a boy of sleeping clocks in reverse,
time hands pulling down into slumber,
oxygen lack and thick superfluous autonomy sink my eyelids as my
mind peregrinates out the door.
Limbs slump
limp slip
lost in cotton patterns and thick polyester dream
fractured semblance
ephemeral minute
rotating hands to hide expressions on an ageless face.
It feels good to emerge from nothing,
to lie
and lay
and layoff of life.