Solace (Poetry Book 3)

To Read, to Sleep, or to Sin

There will never be enough hours in a day to read

Heaven will have the luxury of infinity but right now finiteness is my home's cradle

and I must make do.

I lie in the silence of darkness to a pathetically flickering yellow light

Too weak and mellow for any use aside ambience

And ask what the worth of sleep was.

The darkness says it's the time for escapes and sin

So sleep is precious- only then can I live in the world I desire.

Time says it's the hour of rest, naturally.

When else would my mind be allowed to process backlogs and review muscle productivity for tomorrow?

I say, there are not enough hours in a day to read. There's too much-

So many genres-

Too much knowledge, unrefined and processed,

Too many languages.

Learning them will take time on its own.

Though the company is always welcome; treasured.

Perhaps that is where I will meet my love:

Between pages of iridescent lines and your lips' poetry.

August 8th, 2021