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"Invalid Item" as storm fades into light the winds and waters still and I pass from the shadow; confounded by the silver moon halted at the edge of dream calm—my fingers sleep. I cannot help but sleep. caught in the light— the peace after the storm’s dream silences my fingers—still and puzzled beneath the radiant moon. I can’t see to the shadow— but I need shadow. I shouldn’t be drugged into motionless sleep while storm-clouds shape the moon; for in the brightest light the darkest shadows live—and so, still in my bewildered calm—I dream a moving dream rushing at the crest of the blackest shadow where nothing is still, and black waves of sleep shine with the storms light clear and frenzied in the light of a shadow moon. thrilled, I write the moon. I carve my senses’ dream the thunderings of light the miracles of shadow the lifetimes without sleep my heart cannot be still. my fingers never still beneath the storm-lit moon; I cannot know the luxury of sleep I am nothing but a nightmare’s dream a shadow’s hollow shadow fading into light— and who can be still when such a dream brings storm? while moon beams sharpen every shadow I flee from sleep—obscured and veiled in light— |