my black is sweet
lovely silent refuge from
scathing screaming light
from haunting pricking dreams
of running on freewheeling beaches
of standing on pinnacles
while windswept worlds
sprawl below.
My wakefulness is my retreat
into merciful dark
into my cool walled escape
into my dark barred comfort
I soothe my dreamy weary head
against cold lattice:
my steel cage
keeping it all at bay.
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