Lazy Circadian Poem by Graham Leese
Lazy Circadian
Rhythms sound
like that of pitter patter.Tick
tock turns to palms on the skin
of tabla. Eyes dart like
like a grandfathers swing
yet without a sea of circumstance,
all knowing God. Insects sing deep
and throbbing. Life outside
artificial light soaks the skin,
stream of coincidence
and costume. I am
captivities bride,
heavens groom
for rest leads to
disorder.
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