Interrupted night’s sleep

At 4:30 am

Supposed to be 5:30.


Light sleep.

Alarm that shocks a dream

With a fall into the crack

Of dawn.

Just now the Muses danced

All night

At times gentle fingers

Chafed my skin

The web of yearning’s sorrow

Spun a leathery carpet

For sailing about the dormant


To the spaces where the artist

Had been

Acknowledged with his mystic

Realism he’d created

Afraid the circle of his life

Rushes toward a closure.




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