A Little Night Music
Middle of the night . . . sometimeLike any time since you no longer
Have need of clocks, though now
There's a tiny ticking, dim drone,
Something humming and stopping
And beginning again above you
Up in the corner where the ceiling
And far wall converge in a crack
You have no intention of repairing,
A spider web holds them together,
Dark beyond the reach of moonlight
And husk-shadowed with silences
Of other nights and desperate buzz
That ended so quietly it woke you
To wonder if this is how it will be -
Blundering into some corner where
Something waits in the quiet dark
To take you in and never let you go.
You lie there not breathing, listening
For whether the song will begin again.
You know the words now, either way.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-01-31 at 19:00
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