Awake at 3 a.m. and a train in the distance -- feeling like the only man awake in the entire world. You know the feeling . . .
Dark hills beyond the shore, the world
is asleep. . . The dreamer likes awake
in his bed, listening to a train
braking in San Luis Obispo, California;
slowing through town, picking up speed,
and rattling away toward the southern
oblivion. . . It is cold and foggy
in the sleeping world.
A heart awake is a terrible thing,
like distance squeezed into a glove.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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like distance squeezed into a glove", this is very deep, indeed. Blessings to you, Kevin!