Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Wild Encounters at 7 O’clock in the Morning

Through an upstairs window,
between the openings of the blinds-
the light of morning is already
in streaks on the wall I’m thinking on.

Despite my exhaustion-
I cannot sleep.

I want to relax-- to rest my mind,
To be set free of this transe.
While the night lingers over my bed
and rapidly has me wondering…

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