by Anthony Ward
Lying supine and couchant,
Shadows denote a presence
Through the transubstantiation of night.
The sound of car engines churning over,
Their head-lights shining through the window,
Illuminating branches, wavering against walls,
The luminosity of light emitting diodes,
Entrancing stratospheric reflections,
Embracing hypnogenic catatonic paralysis
With introspective rainwater
Racing down culverts
Into depths of consciousness.
The vast ocean of thought evaporating
Into multitudinous clocks,
Elapsing at different intervals-
Retaining time.
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