Monday, May 28, 2007

Sleep-deprived

an example of what happens when feeling creative but only having 1 hour of sleep in 2 days.


Toward a blue-lit lantern lightning vase
Of floral luminescence;
By a sandy corked bottle statue
Earthenly transcendence.

Spider-ivy, I can't tame thee.
Still I love the essence.
But Iwo Jima looks upon me--
Black sand of life's lessons.

The background flashes white with power
And light streaks break the silence.
But only for a little while
Since silence quiets the violence.

But intermixed with cogency
Are lies of intuition.
They seize upon my faculties
When eyes grow weak from wishin'.

That point of honest nothingness
Which hits us only often
Betrays our vulnerabilities--
Wait, now I see a dolphin!

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