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Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.

Night sweats the body until it awakes,

unsure whether the flakes of skin it makes

are signs or symptoms of some eternal

loss, or something even more infernal.

Consciousness follows on, and then some light

Registers at eyes locked in sleep till tight

with gunge, as, forcing itself in, it – kind

of – leads me to motion that, to my mind,

adds up to a simulacrum of life.

Maybe an oyster opens with a knife

With its death already sifted like sand

oft is in making pearls, another strand

of paradise lost to that empty shell,

masking a crustacean life, like the Hell

of that empty day in prospect. But hark!

That wasn’t the nightingale, but the lark.

My husband said: “Are you awake dear one,

And my heart rose in waking like the sun.

After dark disloyal mists have had their sway

We can truly say ….

…. it’s a perfect day!

________

With love to Geoff

From Steven xxxxx