INSOMNIA FREEZE TAG

Even in their sleep (unfair!)
you would hurt them.
So the sentinel zombie
stands with eyes discarded,

rolled around in his fingers
like small rationed food,
in his ascetic hesitations
to avoid confessions:

a prostrate sleep at altar
in open fields of anesthesia,
no longer caught in freeze tag.
But what about waking?

Started while residing on Paseo del Sur in Santa Fe NM; 1994, age 26 or 27.

I would have underlined “sleep” instead of bolding it but I’m still once again not finding the underline button.