Sunday, April 17, 2016

8052. THE PILLOW OF LIGHTNING

THE PILLOW 
OF LIGHTNING
It's all the same, where my head dwells,
trying to sleep on a cotton pillow or
dropping it down into pools of fire,
the lightning spark of sizzle and growth.
My soul and my spirit both are annealed.
I stay vague, just so as to keep awake.

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