Falling Asleep


The sound of water dripping in a cave

A tap?




At my window

By fingernails chipped

From picking at scabs

And scrabbling around


For creativity in a black hole

Tap tap




Begins the tune

That makes me forget

The fence I must cross

Before bed each night


For the alternative is to sit here

In mud




And rot out of

Spite and courtesy

Relentless reason

And austere desire

But now

Time plays with faith and I am on the rung

Ring ring





Calling, bringing gifts


Watch from the hillside

With me

As the pregnant sky fills with Jupiter.

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