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.

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Awake

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after millions of minutes

hiding

soul sleeping

both rapunzel + rip van winkle

yearning for escape

trapped between skeletal bars

now when i stretch

fingertips for the sun

i can feel their shine

+ not the shadow they cast

Reverie

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what dreams live inside your skin

i wonder

are they twin or perhaps cousin to mine

do they giggle + slink murmur into

the middle of a sunsoaked algebra class

dancing around decimals to bestow upon you

the vibrant violet chimera of crush fantasy

do they rise + surge darkly overhead

red raw viscerally surreal

until all you can do is howl + sprint

searingly across bare blistering fields

are they born from haughty, haphazard Chance

primly sifting through the Sandman’s file cabinet

maybe they are all part of the standard

subliminal messaging from your resident guardian angel

or even the prolonged patchwork evolution

of a sunken shipwrecked spirit set adrift

whatever they are, without them

there’d be less wonder

in a wonder-starved world

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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