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Your Sleepless Shadow
Something maniacal
shrieks from the abyss—
It's just a
barn owl submerged
in the same darkness,
the same secrets,
that encase me and I
decide to sleepwalk in
the neurotic safety
of solitude.
I remember being
annihilated by love,
burned to death by beauty.
Life was distilled
to one note:
just you
and that was enough.
Now Earth and sky are
interchangeable; one
moment a black soup of
clouds, the next,
a blind and aimless grip.
There is no direction
in a world without you.
Still I search
for the signposts
buried in time and
listen, intently, to
your shadow
whenever fragments
of you wash
upon the shore
or doze in your chair
or walk away in the
garish evening light.
Patricia Joan Jones
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