To Sleep Or Not Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

To sleep;

Is to dream about what could have been,

In mendaciloquence, inexorable segments

Where the moon shifts phases,

The lunar tail pacifies a beleaguered soul,

In a deep sanctuary of cotton, bruised colors

To sleep, to slumber, to lie in deep, serrated grass

To brave narrow staircases and endure a stony pass

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Not to sleep;

Is to lose one’s sanity, to consummate

A whole cocktail of nostalgia, a whole sea of iron

Underneath the waves of crimson fluid

In a world of a shunned portico

Where dreams are far beyond reach of blundering hands,

The turmoil, the nuisance, upon a portion of a hostile land,

Where no body heard the billowing screams of a thousand hands

That yearn for absolution in the time of corrupted memories,

And surly chauvinism – we can never celebrate the mundane

With eyes wide awake.