Morning Sickness

Pregnant with intense distress Fists fly eyes not yet open Break and fight not fully woken Metal to metal, bone to wall Impulse festered in my chest It did not banish, never left Hijacked me while I sought rest A dream of refuge bright, sublime Intersect worlds from these eyes: Debussy, rippling tripping giggling gushing Parrish, fine nimble wings wise fearless Satie, Magritte pensive odd unflappable Perhaps I fled into that sun Absorbing light propelled my run Absent, Anger felled the land Infiltrated, locked my hand Nought left to fear all’s said and done Just shaking dust and head still spun Undeniably more than a close one.