When Darkness Quakes

Inspired by my mind at night

Hungry internal babes
that rake upon the night’s sleep

Catch pace
the rat race

Ha! Not sacred pregnancy
But turmoil’s fire

Its spit and guile
Chewing upon the anxious
Events of the light

In black
meanness the dream
Emerges urgent

For through the days it lingers
near the starting line
Ready to run rampant, wild
Ingest
What might have smiled
Remained in me a child

And I wait
Agitate
Chewed
by the unbreakable
Rogue
Ragamuffins
That grate
till the darkness breaks

And I wake
Unnourished for the
Birth
of the day