NPPF: In The Bedroom (Not Tucked IN)
s~Z
keithsz at concentric.net
Wed Aug 27 22:46:50 CDT 2003
Bedroom = location for extraordinary things.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure of the windowpane
Here was my bedroom, now reserved for guests.
Here, tucked away by the Canadian maid,
[nb: TUCK AWAY = To consume heartily]
One day/When I'd just turned eleven, as I lay
[...]
There was a sudden sunburst in my head.
Sometimes I'd help her with a Latin text,
Or she'd be reading in her bedroom, next
To my fluore[scent] la[i]r
[...]
You'd hesitate. And lustily I'd roar
I once overheard
Myself awakening while half of me
Still slept in bed. I tore my spirit free,
[...]
My secret stamp,
The Shade impress, the mystery inborn.
Mirages, miracles midsummer morn.
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