I rest in peace
But am stirred.
At least
She could have deterred
Her visit until dawn.
I'm conscious now,
The wind calls 'Sean'
And my brain starts to plough
Through a library
Of lost thoughts.
Yet one is very
Unclear; My visual ports
See the water levels
Rise and rise.
This one dishevels
Me, and so the demise
Ensues.
Ducts leaking,
I snatch my shoes.
Floorboards creaking,
I fondle the knob
Of the door and creep.
The only problem
Is I'm still asleep.
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