Held At Bay

Outside this room,
trembling light
inside determined clouds
fixed on the wrong horizon…

On a silvery beam
sort of hidden
inside a warmth
I don’t understand,
I am held suspended
for a moment
before the tremble
overpowers
and I am tossed
into a strange day
of wakeful sleep
and hungry eyes.

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