Wake sweltering at 3:33
drink a glass of cold water
to purify my body of the wine
I had last night
listen to a soft voiced man read
his poetry for a university crowd
and find it ordering my life
explaining God and my affairs
close my eyes
as he shares a poem about
talking his wife to sleep
and I am introduced
to satisfying intimacy of a mind
mapping a path I knew was there
but could never find
the clock reads 4:44
God is a god of order
all is right in my world
and I dare to drift into daydreams
dive from this obligatory shore
into the solitary sea of purpose
the rest of my days
becoming poetry
to make sense of a senseless life
make life of a senseless death
explore an unknown language:
how to talk my love
into satisfying sleep
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