Diurnal Awakening

The hands of the distorted day
Came clambering
Plucking out the pace
While I am riveted
In the emollient pillowcase
And a plethora of dreams
That had been eerily haunting
These past few days.

The tail of havoc wagged its tail
As my eyes rolled through the walls
And tripped over the clutters
Of the things invoked
By inertia
With no intention
To be hauled
Neither to pick up itself.

The sun penetrated my room
And poked my eyes,
I stood in a whim
And dropped my heart
In the enigma of
Still rousing up
To touch the ceiling of
A flaming mire.

My eyelashes fluttered
With morning glories
Of the same story
I turned off the fan
And the passé whirrs
Lingered into the halls
Of the calignosity
Of the noontime sun

I stashed my mobile phone
Beneath the pillow
Now it can rest
On a grave,
Pulled a book from the bedside table
And sate myself with
The ephemeral thrill
And to shun the beckoning
Cries of the latched door, calling
In a lilt of sepulchral melody:

"Come out, come out,
Starshine, be bright
The sun would let you sprout
And corrupt your livid light.
This is a life eating life.
This is a life eating life.
This is a life eating life.
THIS IS A LIFE EATING LIFE! "

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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