I awoke to discover I was not dead,
instead the calm gratitude of warmth
touched my skin with soothing pleasure:
see here, and here, the softness clothes me.
This night approaching has no dark,
stark disturbance all long gone urbane
and, polished brightly as a pin, the light inside:
watch me climb, watch me always reach beyond.
I ventured long and close to find my sanity,
vanity slapped and chastened home
with bread and crisps worthy of eating:
hold disturbance dear and true.
This waking calm tickles as perverse,
inversely proportional, and always in step
and, breaking time in smaller segments, the light inside:
watch me climb, watch me always reach beyond.
I lie bewitched, in dazzlement confined,
refined and orderly as that pin
stuck in justification and mourning:
pleasure me or dispose of this harmony.















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