Rising Asleep and Waking Down


What a backwards world!

We’d rise to our dreams

And plunge back down,

Away from the strange land,

To find ourselves back in our head

At the alarm clock’s call

Waking down in the middle of the night

Is always quite awful;

Kicked out of Cloud Nine

Because our hosting bed was complaining.

Insomniacs must be very down-to-earth,

And deep-sleepers are likely heavy dreamers,

Eager to escape.

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Black on Black


A shadow on asphalt

Inked words in the night

A black cat in an alley

A place without light

A panther in a forest

A silhouette

A crow on a cloudy night

A whisper in a dark room

Black on black is doom, doom, doom