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awake the fear
scratching at the door
that thin sliver hall
the dusted carpet tired

outside the night is restless
an airport beacon turns
and runs its white tongue
upon the clouds

and the hydro transformer sizzles
in the damp mists falling

I can feel my soul
sitting in the chair
watching me as I toss
and I know the mirror
will play another role

the open mouth of the drain
will taunt me with its darling

another minute descending
and the mile long procession
these dream mourners
know well

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I can usually put my finger on why I like a poem But the reason for liking this one eludes me lol...................stan

I'm with Stan, but will go one further. This "felt" like day three of a bad five day binge. The transformer and the drain. You are nothing if not original. wesley

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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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