Sleep

I was eager to get up

but my feet could not

a consequence of resulting debts

oh, to sleep and forget--

little papers in the wind

now on fire

now knocking on every door

of the mind

To remain calm in purple shades

and milky ways

in that dimension

the rich man can't escape--

they can't get away with

taking everything I own

claiming my backpack and my shoes

and, in a brief period, my home.