christina georgina you will only dream of sleep
awake and woke and watching through the waves
beyond your shadowspace still body absent eyes

– bring on the skystrip turmoil of your sunless no-sleep dreams
one live and flapping crimson wing one sadly withered hand
the rockstar skull a severed head and nothing ripening –

hid in that empty timedust that you cannot see or change
by the break of morning sweat you are already way past
your lost appointment with the dark alchemic star of sleep