waking in the dark from uneasy dreams

I feel a kafkaesque anxiety

come over me as if I know not seems,

(but I know I do, in perplexity

in a temple built of uncertainty)

the tradewinds of uncanny servitude

bring sunrise as a broken interlude

like this poem propping up the ceiling

and this strange and lovely beatitude

of dawn undoing my fear-fraught feeling

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