what sleepless wonderland

by blake ellington larson

are you pushing through
when waking eyes are not full?

are you waiting a thought
longer than it’s preclude?

(i justify you s’long as you know)

II.

and i am the quiet divisible anthem to your scratchboard-flimsy

and if coal harvests find you lucid and in daydream draught
i will fight night to find your solace

for i am chalking palms
against pastels
throughout night’s
endless dividend

where
a patch of blue reminds

the thought of your name slurs

my vision

and your

finite

wisdom

(2006)

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