Surge V

A New View


Waking up sweating inside tachicardia

shoving off the artificiality of nightmare

would be gratefully good. This is no 

night terror, no cold evil dredged up

from the subconscious to haunt and cause

harmless fear. This is how daylight tries

to untangle sunrays trapped in dark

clouds so thick airplanes climb higher

unable to reach clean sky. The known world

ends, living ceases to breath, while wet

rushes from pole to pole, singing.









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