Sleep In The Afternoon

Sleep in the Afternoon The world he knew is disappearing, erased, first the afar blue mountain vanished then the steppe the horses that galloped to the stream of cold water and freedom to drink without fear of the lasso. His village too has been erased, he looks out sees a blank screen and shudders. He tried to go out once but when he turned his house was about to disappear and he hasted indoors, narrowly reduced to a dot in the landscape of blankness. He has taken to his bed in a half sleep, thinks of nothing, his mind is blank, dreams gone and no religious illusion disturbs him. On a beam in the barn hangs a rope it was for him but he lost the strength, his cowardice is absolute.