all through the night

when the moon dives
for the horizon, i
slowly infest my bed, sprawling
in every direction, anchoring
every little tendril, every tentacle
firmly, so that i will not be budged,
not again, on this tossing and turning
sea of sleep.

—————————-

and i dream thus:

birches upwards

 

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