Unable to sleep at night,
the factory's shattering light
transcends time
thoughts of an equivocal escape plan
emerge, lunar station over and out!
but the awakening cat can only confirm reality.
I am left no wiser
why sleep had not been possible
then I realise,
December the month of fogs,
errant, stop and start
sweet and sour:
a lonelier time
than its invented self
could ever envisage.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
Unable to sleep at night,
the factory's shattering light
transcends time
thoughts of an equivocal escape plan
emerge, lunar station over and out!
but the awakening cat can only confirm reality.
I am left no wiser
why sleep had not been possible
then I realise,
December the month of fogs,
errant, stop and start
sweet and sour:
a lonelier time
than its invented self
could ever envisage.
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