Let Me Sleep at the Wake

Could someone have the fortitude

To take my breath in the dreams I drew?

I want to fade into you,

Forgetting each face that I ever knew.

Peace once found in a viewing room

Over boxed-up skin in a six-by-two

The tightest fit--best dressed in gloom,

Readying hole where the Lilac's root.

This day is done–tomorrow too,

Lending deeper rest, in an earthen womb.