Eloise Fornieles's the Deep Waters of Sleep



The night is too diffuse

To consolidate illusion

The slightest disturbance

Acute to the predator’s ear

He rises leonine

Returns hopeless


Though the moon

Has more faces

The sun has a keener eye

A single aberration

Could render him unfit

For a lesser heaven (earth)


His heart suffers as a quarry

Expenditure overwhelming recompense

He lies at queer angles

Gathering the voices of foreign entities

Like a transistor radio


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