Some gods are all guilty

difficult to wake up this morning
awoke several time in the night
head full of dreams
only to fall back
into the narcotic arms of sleep

perhaps I should have awakened
the first time
perhaps I slept too much

a sense of the gentle, insistent pressure
of the mind parasites
to relax, to sleep, to dream another dream
to not get up
to write it down
to just accept
life as it is

the voice of the adversary
whispering like a lover in my ear:

go back to sleep...
language working like a drug
hypnotic spells
words weaving worlds
my head heavy and foggy
thoughts moving glacially
through thick atmosphere
of the unconscious

stumbling towards an antidote

reading the Greeks
the high noon sunlight
of the culture
to burn away the dross
the broken marble column
the ghost of blood and madness
in the hills above Corinth

Jan Kott
The Eating of the Gods:
"Oh to be a stone!"

Heracles:
... Who killed these boys?

Amphitryon:
You and your bow and some gods are all guilty.