I don't typically write poetry, nor do I try to--there's just too much snobbish expectation and generally it makes me feel like I'm expected to please the personal tastes of some authority figure in order to get an A in high school Lit. But every once in a while, if I'm having trouble sleeping or suddenly wake up for no particular reason, I'll have fragments of lines just pop into my head. Here's something from a sleepless night on 12-29-08 that I rediscovered in a notebook last night:
there is a Shadow.
it moves across my vision,
the Denser Dark against Darkness behind.
my eyes, closed, still choose to see.
and It to be seen.
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