Awake and drenched in moonlight,
When sleep has become an oversight,
I weather the wizened words of day,
Grey ash on my ravelled retinae –
All that’s left of a discursive dream,
A sanguine, repetitive refrain
Tempered by transparent shadows,
Models of monochrome lightshows
That seem to be the custom
In the science known as quantum.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle Special Addition Contranym “September 5th, 2016”
writing in north norfolk 
Nice!
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Thank you, Risa!
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Lovely Kim I know the place you are referring to….most nights I’m there too…
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i think it gets a bit crowded sometimes with so many of us!
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That could be why I’m struggling to sleep at 2am…lol
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