Saturday, September 10, 2016

No need for alarm


At 5 am I have already lost it.
And though it is quiet
still never came...

I feel strong coming on
and blunt edges fading away,
the light is too heavy to lift...

I leave it be-
as though I could pause the suns rise
and unsee what lies today

Ahead of time and out of tune-
Too late
to say anything new...



Photo credit By kallerna (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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