Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Insomnia

Set in the strength of your body
the embrace of my own

fled is the following of day
the moon seems possible

sleep stretches taut: six hours
still concerned for boundaries

sift these concerts of doubt,
decant questions that open: empty

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