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Night-time Wide Awake |
It was as though night,
Slept fitfully beneath
Some opaque horizon.
Exhaled deeply, sending waves
Of dark shine shoreward
Toward me, where I lay naked,
Knowingly exposed to her flux.
The surge was dark, the strand darker,
A black-on-black, moving fractal fringe
That teased my subconscious
With a devilish lick and retreat,
A daemon caress.
Upon these shadowy sands was cast
A grim fisherman’s neural net:
The foamy sieve that grades,
Degrades and washes clean to leave
A paucity of light.
Enough to throw a shadow,
But not illuminate the dream.
copyright 2013
Tom
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