IDENTITY

the solemnest of sleep

lives at the end of the day

much earlier than before

and much earlier do I rise,

regretting my own deceptions

that dawn breaks thoughts free

as it breaks up the dark light;

and, while embedded inside
my creative illusion, transcribe

letters in words

words into phrases

and phrases into subtle ideas

provoking insightful glimmers

into the ravings of an artist

who must conceal his identity.

28Jul12

From the Mornings Early Series