I agree, these afternoon naps would be a whole lot
easier if we didn’t routinely awaken about 3:30 to 4
am; they’re physically too reticent as well as having
demanding limitations to staying alert - you have to
yawn your head off or be cursed with inabilities that
won’t check unfocussed wandering attention spans;
its like being contained in a tuna can belatedly, way
after the meal and its grand parade has ended
That sense of bewilderment cements a classic loss
of appetite or invents it; you’re halfway somewhere
you can’t ever remember having been - or else are
on the way back again - not even sure where back
is to, tho’ maybe it seems less a case of doggerel -
and there’s a clue for the singular few favoured
If you’d slept in until dawn breaks, you’d easily lift
this contumacious veil of the beast’s dissonance
© 19 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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