Morning Intermezzo

 

“darkness awakens sleep”

 

Out of darkness
we make darkness
like a lit candle
grows to its end.

 

Wiping the dry smirk
off the mirage
of my eyes,
being done with
this or that
here nor there,
absurd like
a grain of wheat
under the conveyor belt
or
wedding tin cans
abandoned in the corner
of a newly paved parking lot
a
cheap echo
I hiss my strange innocence
against the
rhythm and dance
even closing time
even the proprietor’s golden smile
even the alluring twilight
throwing shadows out the door.

 

In breaking up the world
metaphor by metaphor
by saying “no more”,
I go before my time
to sleep in search
of what is always, always
mine.

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