10,000 Angels

deeply swaddled

in troubled sleep

covered in

blankets

soaked

with woe

vast crushing stones

of daytime vexations

wring out

the very last

drops of aching

night sweats

a constricting

conscience

strangles

the possibility

of rest

eruptive

violent

struggles

subverts

a desperate

restoration

this damnable

listless sleep

yet in the

nadir of torment

as another

bleak daybreak

creeps closer

a fluttering

voice

hovers

to whisper

courageous

dreamscapes

into my

drowsy ear

"don't be afraid,

I am with you

commanding

the help of

an army

of angels

10,000

strong!"

these are

the days

of miracles

and wonder

don't cry

no more

Paul Simon:

Boy in the Bubble

Happy Birthday

Paul Simon

Jacobs Dream

Marc Chagall

jbm

Oakland

10/13/11

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