Today's poem is by Roy Seeger
The Art of Sleeping #9
To whichever god counts, I confess all dead,
all dead, and add the silent moments endto end. I proclaim nothingness and yes but
also please gravity, & near my head a walnuthalf, gutted, is offered as a vessel
to the moon's pent-up duressallmy dances to you have left me dreamless.
Midnight has strung this messinto extra innings & I am left waiting
to account for one more loss, cravingthe weight of this night, for it to crush
me into the hardened thing, to rushtoward what I deem immaculatea tally
of these breaths dolled out all piecemeal & shallow.
Copyright © 2005 Roy Seeger All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
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