If I can't get sleep
without some part of you haunting
then I just won't
I'll listen to music
until my deeps swell
to full faculty
squeezing waking
thoughts from off their neatly horded shelves
And the rabbit holes
my waking trembles around
will become pillows cool for a nap
for a day mid-shade sleep
up from which I care not if
I come or don't
Fearless shade transcends my skin
and makes off with my wounds
orders them in a festive parade
grotesque clowns and fortune singers
my dismembered shadows
line-up in mock order
yelping weeping jabbing laughing
at their freedom.
But I won't go
if you come after.
jan 6, 10
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