mistaken
to equate "peace"
with "rest," since
the best of our
persuasions, beliefs,
and opinions
all seem
to shrivel like
leaves whenever
some stress causes
life to cleave, and it's
much more like
a reflex
to frantically
close that gap—lest we
find ourselves
trapped
in the uninhabitable
space which
now spontaneously
seems to exist
between
the startling feeling
of having been
awakened
and that helplessness which is
so often confounded
with the certainty
of sleep.
