Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Alarm Set at 2:22 AM

red moon
apocalyptic wind
another bout of significance
to contend with

in what may all be still a dream
a conspiracy of senses
acting out some blueprint
only the sleeping comprehend

sometimes I feel I can grip the wheel
only to find its purpose is in turning
what it would do anyway—
the only real thing is this song

2 comments:

G.K. Asante said...

Bill, I thoroughly enjoyed the succession of images, and the stanza structure worked well with the flow, with a surreal moment of truth at the end.

Hannah Stephenson said...

The senses are totally a conspiracy. Hope you are having a lovely holiday so far...