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When I’m Sober

When I'm Sober

every light in the house is turned on
even christmas lights line the walls
everything is so bright it hurts
everywhere darkness
is illuminated
joy and pain

burn equally

sober from all matter of substance
except the weight of thought
limbs shake
nose runs
and tears are swallowed
to delay thirst of

physical touch

bulbs begin to dim
sun refuses to overstay
her visit with darkness

what it calls rest
mind calls a gossamer ebb
flowing weakly against the
worship of a majestic sky

before slumbering
beneath the light of an innocent star
too graceful to succumb to the gurgling sea

2 comments on “When I’m Sober

  1. Love this poem.

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