Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The Smoke of Sleep

The Smoke of Sleep
by Gideon Burton

The smoke of sleep unfolding over deep
And hollow chasms of this streaming night
Of dreams, of semi-dreams and mist, of bright
Misprisions, shadows doubling in the sweep
Of unaccounted time. Like water, weak
And weaving in the loom of loosened earth
Uncertain of its rhythms in the dearth
Of evening's thirst. There is no place to seek
No antidote to coarse confusions, no
Arrest, no pacing of the ardent flux
Around the center, holding place, the crux
And argument, unsown where one would sow
        The softest seeds of waking in the mind,
        To grow alive to daylight and its kind.

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