Let go

If I just lay here,
will the information come,
perfect drops of osmotic inspiration
dipping, dripping, dripping.

And, if I just lay here,
will the questions come with answers fully formed;
solutions to the nightly wheel,
can I, if I, will I, when.

And, if I just lay here,
will you emerge beneath me fully formed,
morphing from my mattress to enfold me in your cotton batting embrace,
to lay back my head against you and to breathe.

And, if I just lay here,
will spirit walk from the ephemera,
to release me from the finite and
propel my pauper soul to the forever.