the wake-up bomb

Suddenly Awake From A Dead Sleep

A mosaic of clouds met the pre-dawn morning hour,
along with me, shuttering La Luna's dim bulb cast,
grey across the lifeless, leafless cold of trees.
The full moon, half-insane panic attacks of fourteen years before
replaced by an indifferent sleep awaking to the notion that,
despite the stroke-subdued weak pulse of light outside this window,
I am not dying, though the days the phases have stolen
might just as well be killing me.