Unsettled
By silver sixpences
And things
That don't make sense.
Shook by
Bits of happenstance
And things
That come by chance
And the frightfulness of objects
Between the hours of two and four
That dance about my eyes and ears
And shake me to the core.
A tremble worthy night
For sure.
JL 20 Oct 2011
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