I lay on my stomach,

my neck bent just so as to

press my right ear against the pillow.

The muffled throbbing of my head

soothes me into a stupor.

Flimsy thought matter envelopes my notion.

Loosing grip on my train of thought,

I feel it travel steadily out my left eye

and into the open darkness of my bedroom.

There, it sustains for seconds on its own,

making loose associations, traveling 80 thousand

degrees from its original context.