the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sleep Robbers

A dream staged in conscious pages,
An open cage with adverse winds
Keeps these wings tucked in.
I never learned the difference
Between butterflies and moths,
Countdowns and clocks,
Something to gain with some sort of loss
Of words from ambivalence.
Optimism-realism, the bright side is brighter
From sunlight or fire in the dead of night.
Unintended egocentrism,
I sit in my chair and the room spins around me
Until the sun comes up to finally ground me.

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