Sedated or not,

in bold, or otherwise inscribed into precious metals;

thriving with your initials ||| ON ME |||| IN BOLD

How to hold my head ; in which way to cradle my sinking head like you do.

Dragging it and my body through sloughs of copper , submerged in it .

digging through it, around in it;

and I hope your dreams aren’t mine,

and I hope that copper is always enough for you

and that the silver is , too.

Along with that sinking feeling,,,

all of those precious metals and much to do about nothing; about something.

Instead ,

we are

they are;

It is, always///

||||| EMPHASISIZED IN BOLD