Jun 042015
 
 
Dreaming of sleep in a tear-tugged thrub,
Hammocked in heartstop, my picayune pulse
Charts angina and angst incarnadined
And slows my blood woes to was.

Dumbly in dreams my aspiring vine
Climbs moon and sun in calms in gusts,
Arisen on passion's hidden hooks to sleep's
Wither of insistences.

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