serrated night

“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.” ~ Anne Brontë
..
 
this
unripe
Fall’s
serrated night
tossing turning
seated
sprawled
fetal ….
restlessly
stationary….
unkempt
thoughts
make
full fledged
tangential
moves
in remainder(ed)
night
Straddling
dawn’s
first
light
 ..

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