(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #6.)

perennial reality
constantly dogging me
eyes awake seeing clear
this cotton comforter
is plainly failing
to deliver as I lay
incumbent recumbent
in nightly solitude
horizontal plane
lunar reflecting
transcendental
inner pain
traversing
layers
deeper
down
next
to
my
sin.