somnambulist
by Bruce Wyse


 

a slumb'rous mass makes its way to the Tylenol, Gravol, Any-ol at all.
agitated innards - the only thing awake,
dissenting molecules,
a turmoil below the vent of consciousness

dull orange light encases the house,
a haze colourising what could be undiminished night
if we weren't here, coagulation of unwelcoming neighbours,
colonists gathered under a fortified glow,
countermanding the dispensation of darkness

but, in a sense, sight's on hold;
pedestrian memory,
sure as flat footed,
homes through the labyrinth
for the pharmaceutical treasure trove

until feet meet unaccounted, abrupt being:
the black cat in the darkened hall
-a puddle rearing up into 3D
a catch in the tread,
a snag in the stupor of night,

booby trap for the diluted mind,
the binary brain, righting, left
on automatic pilot,

brute presence
displaced in belated alert;
leap into sight,
cat-eyed catastrophe


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