Coma at Medulla Review:
Published 2011
The clocks weep an ennui of tears.
The black hour spills
through the eyes of the house
and strokes me with sleep-poisoned fingers.
The chimera licks me
with her languid tongue:
I drown in dreams.
The clock weeps a euphoria of tears.
The white hour yawns
spilling pearls
onto my sleep-fingered eyes.
I do not awaken,
and I do not die.
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