Thick Night with Edges

Midnight a woman reads pages
in place of the inside of her eyelids.

Soft light harsh.

A novel with vivid images
she will dream to dizziness, ad nauseam.

Turn the page.

A new chapter heading gives pause.
Turn the light off query.

Check the clock.

Minute-drag feels too heavy
for the foundation to hold them up.

Debarkation from convention.

No exhaustion. Uneasiness.
Back to black print on white pages.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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