Carl Jung and
Carl Old are
In a headstand
With a sea star
Tumbing turning
Over over
Fearing yearning
YESver NOver
Philosopher
Of mind’s witness
Astronomer
Of soul’s fitness
Result of sleuth
Great wisdom hung
On hook of truth…
Forever young
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A choice of ours
to nictitate
on rest powers
two? four? six? eight?
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Now you thread me
up to sleeping
on a prayer
spirit leaping!
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When the soul’s in
state of dormant
then we have our
best informant
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Sleep, a genie
body—bottle
lovely process
sleep tight, thoughttle*.
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*The word “thoughttle” is a combination of ‘thought’ and ‘throttle.’
How does the act of sleep throttle thought? Why do we say, “Sleep tight?”
Oh, yes…that old wives’ tale about how beds were once constructed with
ropes that needed tightening. But that was the old, p h y s i c a l -based meaning!