Night, deep-body
Me dreaming of perpetual truth -
As it occurs in the orchids of my fear
Let me pass the press of words
Is it true that I am listening to mere darkness
Or myself, my fear, having been heard so loud
I am always here sitting on the fence, objects that have come by
Daylight draping veil away from scraps of positive,
O reason, I raise my hands that have become slow
I take a moment to find thoughts used and old
I am clean of wonder, I have put the dogs to rest, tonight
Barking. They watch me. Big energy. Hooking night into my
Windows. As I crawl into bed. Bedroom is shuttering to the wind.
The sounds ripe on my body. My personal effort a drunk cat. Sleep. Black inspiration.
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