Staying Comfortable

It's not the mattress
Although restful
Not able to become jelly
Or sac

There are lilts and accents
Given away
When conversation should change
When it becomes uncomfortable

Not sleeping could be worse
It could be sound sleep
Actually, it probably is
How would I know sitting atop an anthill

If you rest enough
You can work harder
Pick fruit harder
Avoid bullets harder

Destiny is a forged product
Seems whole though at first
Until it rusts in layers
Then, picked apart like fish bones

There is a fallible dream
Sitting above the surface
It smells like spun sugar
Strangles like tumor

You can tie it in a knot
Or in a bow
Don't put weight on it
It is tender as embryo
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