Gamma-aminobutyric acid (Searching for the Land of Nod)

I am so tired.

I want to sleep.

Coaxing the Sandman seems to be a lesson in futility.

Eyelids drawn down with lead-like weight, sealed from perilous imagination.

The last crack of light, like a lightening bolt across a pitch black sky, Zeus sears his symbol in my peepers with jagged hot fierceness, shocking me back to consciousness and perhaps danger;

Debilitating flashes haunt my dreams.

In a darkened room,

on a moonless night,

I still see light,

like a crack in the sky,

burned in my vision.

Is it a vision or a dream?

Am I awake or asleep?

Am I alive or devoid of life?

My eyes are heavy, weary body tries to shut down.

Revolting chemicals counter the attack of languor.

In my state of unreality, I yearn to rest in the arms of Morpheus, to be carried by Iris on the colored path that she treads, foregoing the treasure which lies at the end.

She lays me down, still brooding ill humor, into a bed fit for a god,

where I might escape for a few un-tortured seconds in the Land of Nod.

Serenity is my angel, attending my tormented and anguished soul.

As my head rests on her corpulent breasts, she recites incantations in a soft, arcane whisper,

coaxing Zeus' symbol to a manageable flicker.

The spell is ephemeral, but Serenity has played her part well.

Darkness envelopes with soft grace, encompassing my torture with skeptical delicacy.

As an opiate-like dream-state sets in, the elixir of sanity drips adder-like from a fang of honey-tongued deception, cunningly fragrant and refined.

Fooled by a false notion of tranquility, my delusions, replaced by branding hot light, snap me back to my earlier state of being.

I am so tired.

The elusive Morpheus masquerades as a tyrant.

Incubus rears his head as a striking serpent.

The polluted venom courses through my veins,

yet, poisoned I was not, by the elixir of penetrating visions of ill will.

Elephantine waves of irenic euphoria pile up on my being, bejewelling the substance of my existence.

I see through the dark, I see through the light.

Medusa's gaze falls on the unexpected.

As hair sheds skin, the sleep of stone is forever the mode of one with such lucid destiny.

-Nordski-