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I’m cocooned in my cave. Happily so.
And the darkness fades gently.
The light never bursts in
Until it does.
Sleep feels like falling
One strand of myself at a time
I can feel it come on in the fuzzy
Tingling fingers in my brain
Except when its dark.
I can’t be bothered with falling.
Nor dreaming and tingling.
There is too much thinking to be done
I’ll toss in one pill after another
Disregard any and every warning label
It doesn’t help anyway. My eyes still burn
My brain still runs. And I never fall.
I think I’m obsessed with time.
Constantly checking the clock
To measure all I haven’t done
Measuring all I will not do
I can’t shut it off. I can’t halt the gears
Or quiet the chanting. Or turn off
Every image of fantasy and memory
Sometimes so beautifully blended
The strangest thoughts come to me in the dark
Like little moths to porch lights
And they attach themselves and flutter a bit
But they all die away once the light comes
(2014)
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