Cultivate your sleep.

NO.
I spread my mind.

Lately I've been keeping time by
watching flowers die.
The orchid at my bedside has turned
from sunshine to golden sleep in its age.
The bird has preyed.
I know how many weeks it has been
since I've began watch.

I am
spreading my mind,
going nowhere
but always going.

The personality involved with my human
is exhausting. My brother has said to me
seated in my room looking at the things around:
I'll make it in the ways of the world, I'll get to the top,
and you,
you're going to paint pretty pictures
and give them away for flowers.

I say, oh, we're both poets.

No, I'm smarter then that.

No, you're just louder.

NO
I SPREAD MY MIND.

The flowers remind me of beauty that
will on earth never be mine.
What will be the next collection of time?