At Night

At Night

I read the strange things
written on the door to sleep;
and feel my mind fall apart
like cut fruit and my heart
make ripples in the mirror
of myself; gratefully sinking
into an abyss only fitfully
lit by luminous fancy.

 

Julian O’Dea

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