Sunday, December 29, 2013

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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