Morning Breath

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cast watchful eye
through the
night

when morning
blinks

i’ll pick up the
battle,

please, a few more
winks, so
that

i may be
able.

****

perched atop
fencepost-

view from this calm-
worth any
climb,

journey’s slow
to growth,

if we can breathe,
we’ve got
time.

****

words trampling
words

too bound or boxy
to describe

what needs revival
to survive

another kick in
the name-

amidst flaring up
of prides.

****

truth’s shadow
haunted

open
wounded

we shelved
storms-

tin soldiered on,

both living dolls with
spinning heads

dizzy puppets, eye
hanging by a
thread.

****

bristles of lids, half-split
sockets unlit-

still, stars twinkle upon
future screened

just fragments scattered
through sleep,

and no fresher is night’s
breath by morning.

the reel keeps on rolling..