SLEEP STAGES

Stage 1

In the beginning came the darting glances and the idle talk.

Alert and sprightly,

keen to know each other quickly

through the nonsensical gibberish

Arising from their sea salted breaths.

His mind rises away in search of new planes,

afraid the moment would not last.

Thoughts raced, captured, clung on desperately, something planned

To fall back on

Just so the future will not befall with a deafening silence.

Stage 2

Then progressions were made, slurred inaudible syllables became

absent as he needed no preparation for a public address.

Feeling at ease, the look and gazes held familiarity.

Everything flowed.

Easy pace, Easy smile,

natural gait replaces an affront.

Everything complex became comfortably simple.

Stage 3

Eventually words were not needed.

It spoke through her shaking

fingers when she lifted the weighted words on paper,

where second guessing was all that was needed.

Spoken in telepathy, the motion went through like monotonous robots,

knowing what the answer belies and hides.

Stage 4.

He reached a drunken stupor unable to flee.

A paralysis of the will, a stupefaction of sanity.

The voodoo has been cast,

Dead walking carcass, unable to wake from the most violent shudders.

The glass shatters and the screams rose

amidst the up-turned furniture.

To him, it was an orchestra,

Immortalized.