Cornucopia

Somnolence (Michael Tyger)

Somnolence

My thoughts...

fugacious

as the waning sunlight

yet cling to the dark

with anfractuous tenacity

as they slip down

into a million paths;

dying like the branches

of a fading firework

Then a grand epiphany;

a rather loud

sockdolager

in my soul;

wakes with force,

my slumbering spirit

and all the diversions

collide perfectly

in a harmonious

concinnity

There in the mysterious

half-sleep,

I indite my better lyrics

with a clarity surreal

And finally my mind

can no longer evade

this somnolence.