The Caffeine of Human Kindness
Startled to awakening,
blinds raised in reverent slumber,
star-struck ghosts with sewn-up mouths
shine and moan, they've got my number.
The sun went super-nova,
lens flared into dark eyes,
homespun webs of decaying lasers
in black cathedral skies.
All the while time brands the face
with irons hot and white,
yet yawning lips and frozen clocks
kiss-count this endless night.
Guilty thoughts of people,
wrecked lives, distraught and torn,
are the caffeine of human kindness
keeping company 'till the dawn.
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