sometimes, one must rest—i must rest—from
the ubiquity of life. but. i go one step
further. i lie down to sleep.
that is my intention.
to sleep.
a failed intention,
as it turns out.
instead,
i feign sleep.
someone once told me that
pretending is a surefire
step in the direction
of truth.
i say, if pretense be my truth
in this moment, so be it!
in simulating sleep, i find it.
