On Awakening
As I lay in calm reposeA grey squirrel's tail
Tickled my nose
A pachyderm standing on a pail
Brought in her trunk a lovely rose
The feather bed was pure delight
Under covers a patchwork colour riot
Above a sky of cerulean light
Through a casement of forget me nots
Appeared these awesome wondrous sights
Do not awake not yet I grieved
Images as these are joyous fleet
And fade in parsecs deliquesced
Leaving but fragments of delight
Ethereal never to be recoalesced
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2019-12-04 at 14:35
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