Three A.M. (a poem)
2014-10-26
Awakened again,
unable to sleep,
for the stirrings below
of leviathans deep.
Awakened again,
unable to sleep,
for the stirrings below
of leviathans deep.
Swirling, twisting, turning thoughts,
where life and imagined meet.
Long forgotten graveyard plots,
and grass beneath my feet.
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