I'm unready.
Suddenly birds whistle
and the sky fades.
I'm staying in,
unready for night
walking out on the town.
Around me the walls close in
on indistinguishable fears.
My guitar is fading
into the shadowy corner.
I falter as I play it,
unable to see the strings.
I'm unready for the nights
getting longer and deeper.
In the dim morning I emerge
skimpily dressed
for the shallows of autumn,
intricate dreams
wrapped round my eyes.
Unseen, unmoored
my heart strings fly
unready for the long deep night,
seeking not finding,
homing to their hollow bed
unreconciled.
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