justwrite 15 march

by the time I get to this point in any day much less the ivory ides declared and despised I am ready for the closing of eyes the pleasant surprise that is sleep keeping track counter-attacking the rest of the assault the catapulting leagues I am freezing my fingers into blocks of lead and my tongue unsaid cannot tell one word from another the bother of confusion the translation transliteration consternation I am not a competent speaker I am more of a tight-shoes seeker where will I find new ones when will we be all done and when the sleep comes can I keep it