hypnagogia #2

Before my eyes tire And my gait inebriated Lain free and priggish For not only can I feel droplets of blood within Tearing through my veins Fizzing out into every branch, every twig Fringes of consciousness Positioned just so Surrounding textures Disregarded hitherto as trivial Where paltriness disintegrates And I feel everything And at the same time nothing This is the transit town This is the moment This is the peace Between day and night