New Sky
New
moon, low,
and always rising.
Sky
dusted with
stars, coating forever.
Sleepless
sky, awakened
clouds, hopeless air.
Howling
dreams, new
panic, new breathlessness.
Buried
under sky,
I never sleep again.
Copyright © Jon Bolduc | Year Posted 2015
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