Like a log I will fall
Into my Yucatan bed
Like a cosmic fireball
Throwing up behind me
the thin veil
of atmospheric sheets,
I will climb
mountain ranges of pillows
And swim
In seas of warmness
And blankets
And silent sleep will find me
Like I found this bedly planet
And the doodle bug will find a nook
In the warm leg cranny of a meteoric crook
And she will generate heat
Keeping the stone warm
Until the great stone hatches
And I emerge reborn, rejuvenated, refreshed