Poem 1983 (4)

Another midnight

 

Shortly after my twitch
or something rushed past me
in the dazed flesh of another midnight

Under dull inquisitorial tones
that moonbeams cast
across a darkened road

Drifting toward sleep
hearing voices
at a ritual

I smell incense on its airborne song
and gladly sink
beyond the help of reason.

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