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I wake in the night

messages from strangers

stick like cobwebs on my pillow;

moth flutters around my head

I panic

 

Outside the dawn

barricades the moon

seagulls blare dissonant cries

that tear my ears

ripping pieces of sleep

 

You’re searching for

a pound of flesh

a place to hang your soul

dislodge your debris

like flotsam and jetsam.

 

I wake in the night

room disgorges me

I’m simply passing through

fog fields of your mind

where you claw and suck

 

at primal sustenance

 

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