[I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep...]

A Story by Hoyle Brannacht

I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen asleep, I have been asleep. I have been sleep, bsleep. And fallen bsleep, ommm…in the arms of the caudillo's favorite woman, beneath a willow at high noon, atop my horse, and in death. God touches my shoulder and whispers, “Awake, child, you are in heaven!” and I, insolent, deny him with a shallow-moving back. Now, in the imaginative hell of Dante, there is a punishment waiting. But for as long as I have fallen...