Night nibbles at the margins
of the day, yearning for its page
to be read all the way up to dawn--
a book we can't put down
until dreams illustrate its musings:
Silverfish scuttle away
upon discovery, and
brittle-page odor of
a thousand nights stowed away
threatens to awaken us--but
does not have the kindness
to do so.
12 September 2012
