Linger

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Morning dangles from my fingertips

as I wake still half-submerged

in my dream’s disruptive cocoon.

Though the sun

weaves a path through the clouds,

i can still taste the unfurled potency

of Morpheus’s playground

etching jagged pockmarks

into the dream-stained day.

The golden haze of first blush

beckons, radiating reassurance

but i, unassured

still blink reverie shards

from troubled lashes.

Seed sharp roots murmur of elsewhere,

ruthlessly teasing my mind’s edges

as they sketch

illegible writings on the wall,

twilight harnessed

in a gambler’s glimpse

of the space between worlds.

Summer

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dreamweavers drift by

unhurried

buried in dandelions

canoeing around the summer air

sparking beacons of imagination

with their firefly shimmers

gold crowned grass rustles,

confiding + whispering

of stories from questionable realities

and far off yesterdays

snoring oak trees, chattering cicadas

underscore cool, unruffled night breezes

bringing myriads of meanings

to the star soaked sky

as it beckons us closer

with incorrigible fingers of light

always perfectly out of reach

and all the more beautiful for it

Night

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i am the

world’s greatest insomniac.

awake even while sleeping

neck stretched on a pillow for

my nightly pretender’s pilgrimage

eclipse eyelids shudder down

seeking lidded refuge

lashes flurry closed

blurring the false bravado of

those softly spiked bodyguards who

during the hardships of day

daintily disrupt traffic

seeking entry

to my soul windows

while the ever thickening dark

sprawls jet strands across the sky

stygian ink wrapping the moon

feel earth’s heart pulse

as it beats slower

to signal ‘rest’

i am creation’s coward

slipping through dawn’s claws

+ escaping into star spangled oblivion

my sheets bring only hollow relief

my troubles will not vanish

with the sandman

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