night speak

seventeen.

Now I lay me down to sleep

In wake of what I dare not speak

Or did I speak that wave of silver tipped

Dagger tongue

Grab hold the loose thread in your 

Been worn, been tired sweater

(How tired I was too)

And watch that watchman run

Row by row to you --

Till all been eat by sun

(I been walked and I been run)

Did I speak that I did fear

And did I know that I'd wake here

Lost in prickled dreams 

And tossing balmy sleep

That dressed itself as waking in

Cheshire-smiled deceit 

I been sleep (I been sleep)

I been pray the lord 

My soul to keep