This Dream of Consciousness

This dream of consciousness has bled me dry, I no longer wish to sleep.

 I seek a lighter peace to carry, a softer rock to hew.

 Release my hold in expectation of falling from the sky,

I drift along the currents path and let my planning go.

Ask of god and god replies, both silent voices cry.

Slipping free of the flow, I'm truly going with.

I open mouth, accept the breath, that only patience gives.