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Early Morning Thoughts of Sleep

Forms in motion swirling in shadows of ebony darkness amongst a pulsating light. An eye blinks and a photograph captures a faun in dreaming motion. Lightning flashes a drop of rain pummeling through a diner on Manchester Way. Heat rises on the Arctic Circle in a flea. And the sun rises through dawn hidden from eclipsing childhood. Maturity rises through the jungles of Manhattan. And innocence suffers in silent forms of ecstasy. The alarm has gone off in head. Time for bed.

written August 1985

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