It was one of those nights…
At night when I flip the switch OFF
and the only remnant of light shines through the blinds
from some distant lunar bulb screwed in skyward over vacant streets,
I descend into dreams, far removed in space and time
where clarity lounges around wearing dark shadows in my mind.
I cannot tell in what dimension I dwell or if I dwell at all,
my subconscious illuminates everything
while I hopelessly attempt to regain a conscious calligraphy
by which to record a moment I may inhabit and learn
outside the caverns of chaotic confusion and infinite creation.
My brain hears echoes emanating from no visible source
as if it were possible to skip pennies in a waterless wishing well.
These sweaty palms I perceive, my claustrophobic curiosity
cramped up in a boxing ring, shuttering to comprehend
Mr. Sandman’s round about way of KO-ing memory.
Shivering like Jello, entering the final stages…
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