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'I know a man?'                            timothy r gates, 11/16/2014

I know a man,
whether in this sphere,
or another,
I don't know;
into a third heaven he went,
unspeakable things
unsightly things
unflinchingly no-things.
How this man got there,
better not say
rather turn away
then he didn't stay.
Fallen asleep,
not requiring an awakening
not asking for a prayer
not thinking of thinking.
When this man places his head
upon the evening pillow,
well, he knows sleep's elusiveness,
yet goes back to its bed,
reinterpreting rest, daily.
There's no tool,
fashioning an earthen couch,
not hidden
not beheld
not his to wield.
Then, I awoke.