An Altogether Different Slumber
I dream in ones and zeros,
in an ease of dormancy,
within the midnight dim.
Language confounds me at dawn –
I wake with ideology,
convictions trailing my lips, trailing
from my mouth’s corner
like a line of blood on the sheets.
The window’s dialectic light
falls across concepts.
In a non-nocturnal, notion-laden, altogether
all the stinging abstract
words are nightmares.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2017
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