temporary permanent destruction

he was aware
that
every time
he closed his eyes …

each occasion
of sleep
saw the temporary
permanent
destruction
of every thought
and every idea
that comprised the world

his world only
it is true
but
from his personal position
his world
was everything

all that was
all that is

most of the time
this destruction
was an abstract thing

an idea
to mull over
sometimes
with his eyes closed

as a test

gradually though
he found himself
sleeping
less

staring
painfully
for long periods of time

imagining
what would happen
to the world …

to his world …

if a day came
when he could not
open
his eyes

knowing
that the day
was coming

~

Poem #386 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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