Crude Awakening

Night sweats, and in my dreams
All my friends turn out their lights,
“Forgive! Forgive!” I scream,
I beg the cold, the empty night.

Windows closed like pursed lips.
Doors locked like extended palms,
As always I slip, I slip, I slip
Into the black, the waiting calm

The air is cold against my skin
Where is the warmth of day?
But still you sleep, you slumber-
Awake now, while you still may.

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