Ode: I’m sleep. 
An only hill / a huge stage 
I’ve been searching  
Awake most nights, debates w/ decay:  
A clean face in the morning − caped  
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best.  
 
When I perceive dogs and woods by the ocean  
Together, like them and like us.  
Can you dig the stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.