(More insomnia).
Ebbing from safe anchorage,
willingly as if hypnotised
I enter the soporific darkness
in search of words containing light.
Ebbing from safe anchorage,
willingly as if hypnotised
I enter the soporific darkness
in search of words containing light.
As the Angelus suffocates behind
me
and an invisible contagion
of night daemons quietly close ranks,
here I am plagued by music
from the deafening silence.
and an invisible contagion
of night daemons quietly close ranks,
here I am plagued by music
from the deafening silence.
My pupils dilate to saucers
desperate for sanctuary,
from this deprived inebriation.
desperate for sanctuary,
from this deprived inebriation.
Then an unlikely fissure,
a needle’s eye, of
brilliant black light,
a polished ebony altar
bearing my words.
a needle’s eye, of
brilliant black light,
a polished ebony altar
bearing my words.
