comatose

set fire to the 
redwoods of my mind
let copper ribbons 
taper into nothingness,
bury the forest’s 
bones into earth-sunken, 
sacred ground—
they say tears are
catharsis,
but they don’t extinguish anything—
how can drop of water,
quench a famished fire;
give me rain
and i will be at peace;
the only place i am free
is in comatose,
dreamscapes,
sleep is Elysium,
when every word is a matchstick,
living breeds fatigue,
so let me fall into beds
eternally
and maybe i’ll be the 
person everyone wants me to be.