Line Without Curves

eyes on, thoughts off,
squint then open, dreaming

state before sleep
half limbo in the fall

is the bed attached to you?
are you attached to the bed?

are you in bed?? ...probably not

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the line on a page
is like the bed under my sleep

its life is purely in myself
its body in a digital desert

my line is owned by you dear reader

Floating Anchors

Lost at sea, in a mental squall,
I could burn this turf in complete
solitude.

Without a soul to confess,
I read my dreams into my
duress.

The calm of the waves post-storm,
a reminder that life is a silent
bomb.

In the front of a monitor

Nothing can be done to stop the
sly movement of fingers across
a plane of letters..

..or the avalanche that follows.