Starting from slumber,

lost amongst

the rumpled bedclothes.

Straining against

some unseen force,

some orphan experience.

Trapped between a dream

and the waking hour.

A scream

caught in the throat,

or a moan of pleasure.

What is this


setting in?

Vagrancy of the psyche.

Disabuse and dislocate.

not here,

not there,

just trapped amongst the visions.

Wrestling with consciousness,

might as well be

wrestling with God.

Resolution comes

and you won’t remember




HG – 2022

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