TRUTH AND WAKING
With such a tendentious wakefulness I
smother the night with my watching : moonlight
starbright, this can't be Earth. The silent white
scratch of meteor and comet makes me wince
while watching time unfold.
-
Ersatz rude awakenings too keep me alert
to the ever-changing tides of myth and memory.
Neither can this be where I've ever been, this
rock I'm sitting on, this spinning Earth.
-
Like tired poodles at the end of a leash,
we sit around in the darkness, candles and
late-night coffee holding our way. Barred
or open, every door - like every word
spoken - makes me think of you.
With such a tendentious wakefulness I
smother the night with my watching : moonlight
starbright, this can't be Earth. The silent white
scratch of meteor and comet makes me wince
while watching time unfold.
-
Ersatz rude awakenings too keep me alert
to the ever-changing tides of myth and memory.
Neither can this be where I've ever been, this
rock I'm sitting on, this spinning Earth.
-
Like tired poodles at the end of a leash,
we sit around in the darkness, candles and
late-night coffee holding our way. Barred
or open, every door - like every word
spoken - makes me think of you.
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