Wednesday, March 21, 2007

ARNICA / ABSOLUTION / AMBIEN

(Poetry by Miranda Field)


No mortal ever learns to go to sleep definitively. No baby, animal or
vegetable, intends to sink his vehicle in so soundless a lake. In such
cloudy houses, shadows take the shape of something "put to sleep." Any
oblivion is a field or maze a creature grazes in for private reasons. The
edible flower taken from its bed to the table expires on your tongue, and
this is what we mean by sense of night and utterly internal to itself.

To go to sleep, I think of the bodies in their reservoirs, painstakingly
changing from opaque to phosphorescent. How all the while distracted
Nature pours a perfect solvent on their experiment. I take a half-pill, a
paradigm ignites, a moving sign in rain. I take a whole, the flame grows
lower. One and a quarter, it’s just a flicker. No sense asking who I am
then. Swinging from its dead twig in a bush, the aura-like cocoon, lit up
by winter sun— the least of its worries the worm.


My sleep issues have gotten worse, if you can believe it. I walked out of the Doc's office this evening with a script for Ambien. I hope it does its thing, and I can re-set my internal sleep clock. Wish me luck, if I don't start getting some complete sleep soon, I don't know what's going to happen to my training plan and goals for the year. It is virtually impossible for me to get up and out, when I haven't slept well.

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1 Comments:

Blogger Dr. Iron TriFeist :) said...

You poor thing. After only 2 days of "wake up at 2, fall asleep at 5", I'm exhausted. You must feel 5 times worse. My heart goes out to you.

I hope the ambien helps.

11:02 AM  

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