"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I don't dream anymore
or turn the trick
majuscular darkness
sleep brain's part-work
a limen posed
I once read I swear
it said a glass of Lethe
tightens resignation
yet stubs out the day
not that it matters
since what this bus
ram-raids a-sway
is night
Varzi February 2010