unrest jane unrest [blank verse assignment] encased between bars of metal rods, the softest thing you could ever imagine sleeps, captive in its manmade dungeon. i oversee this painful exploitation of cotton balls & woven nylon strings. one day here, & one day it was gone. if only it could talk, it would tell you the dreams i dreamt, the guests, the foes, the lovers that came & went, became a part of it. if only i could have those days return. tonight i sleep, cradled in the bones of trees. laid side by side, they form a hard nest of knots & grain, a paradise for my aching back. this bed will not absorb my dreams the way it did before. 040919 what's it to you? who go blather from