DRIP, DRIP

A passive silver moon

dripped its light

through lace curtains

into my room

 

the faucet

in the bathroom

dripped

with precise

regularity

 

both dripping worlds

invoking their

presence on me

 

there is no wisdom

gained

being in the middle

listening and watching

to the drip, drip

from my shelter

of awake

between a poisonous

injustice

preventing sleep

 


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