Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Something somewhere
In the midst of night a
Train whistle or earth
Bound bird the whir of
An electric fan lazily
Spinning in a window
Who can recognize the
Voice of God ‘midst the
Dissonance of midnight
A faint whisper drowned
In a pool of subliminal
Thought would it have
Registered as a dream
Or nightmare a kindly
Probe or wicked nudge
That wakens me from
An unsound sleep the
Night looks unfamiliar
& smells of myrrh &
Frankincense what
Child is this…


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