Morning is over.
The mist broke when harrowing sunrays split
Our shadowed pillow,
Blinded black holes through soft steepled lashes
Which spring apart and stare
And burn sleeptalking adresses silent
In the stifling air
Crowding from daytime's city streets -
They call you to follow;
Unburrowing, unentwining, you dress
Like them
And the dew - glistening - rising - bursts -
