Wednesday, March 2, 2011


In Pennsylvania
I am required by nature to stay up this hour
Now matter how much I might want to enjoy a morning
This hour is unsleepable
when all things are calm
when waters are smooth
when perspective is possible
when the unknown is unburdened.

When all is at peace, when all is at rest
My restless soul can finally dive deep
into cool, silent creation
a million tangled threads
every joy pain and color
beautiful calamity.

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