There is no mercy at
the well of imagining.
I am aroused from sleep,
the bucket clanking
against the walls
of my mind...
a bottomless vortex
where spinning memories
grab at me like
children on a merry-go-round.
Daylight defiance
is a soothing draught
best sipped quickly
so the icy rime
can coat the window of truth.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
There is no mercy at
the well of imagining.
I am aroused from sleep,
the bucket clanking
against the walls
of my mind...
a bottomless vortex
where spinning memories
grab at me like
children on a merry-go-round.
Daylight defiance
is a soothing draught
best sipped quickly
so the icy rime
can coat the window of truth.
