Nor Try to Wake Too Soon

In the limitlessness

of these rich unending winter

nights alights the spirit

of the human mystery –

that our obliquely sired history

is made of layered dark.

Park closely to the curb of sleep

and creep as deeply as you can

into the heart of its enumerating

secrecies, my dear –

and do not fear you will not

wake nor try to wake too soon.

Break from all the splinters

of December noon –

and take up Winter’s moon.









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