Sleeping Untold

Like a blanket or quilt,

  the Muse wraps me in consciousness

 

Sealing me in with her warmth

  each night rejecting the cold

 

Like a filter or screen,

  the Muse tempers all consequence

 

 Under her protection and safety

   —words sleeping untold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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