I'm so tired, all around me,
tiredness spun 'round my me
by spider Alert,
strong spider Wake
spinning its copper thread
around my core,
building this mighty fatigue,
this total runny down,

body an ancient oak trunk
ejected
out of the ocean of time,
rocked slowly back and forth
by the swell of a world
turned away,
its big feet sunk into the mud
of the thoughts of a hundred generations

and tiredness
is just another guise of gravity,
grave gravity gravitating
through my skull

escape routes rolled up
in heavy iron-rich rocks
on the river shore,
polished by the spring floods
of a thousand springs

I'm so tired;
the Ship of Dreams looming
above me,
a dark hull
ready for all my dis-connects
and flung far fairytales of truths
rising out of my unconscious,
sounding just like C. G. Jung's Blues

I am an action taken with eyes closed,
my ears all ears