Half Asleep

 

 In deepening dream a dark moon song 
 Careening oration  to the reeling inside
 of flickering film, burning fast celluloid
 An internal tribute to a time now past
 
 Adrift at dawn  the dervish swoops its
 whirling and whining an awesome spectre
 enraged she raps her raw knuckles 
 Pushing apart deepest self
 

 Seeing in sleep the shadow of my daylight
 That blinds me habitually; subliminally she
 Speaks the script to a censored play
 I’ve never seen
 

 June 2020 

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