and everything that is you
sleeps heavy beneath crumpled sheets.
It stirs the remaining embers,
warms the blood,
summons up the wayward awakening body to
its absent-minded compulsions.
From the depth of oblivion your eyes glimmer and unriddle.
Page after page deciphered.
Scene after scene already seen.
It has been years of extravagant melancholy since Tuesday.