
An aureate blanket of night beckons
Beatifically ushering hushed invocations of my
Name?
Or + one
Some(ones) uncovered self, senses of sight, see?
Slept-on societal talisman, slumberous solitude,
Shuttered eyelids shared birthrights sententious
Echoing celerity’s calling, cutting through quick
Sands conflicted, happenstance conscripted to
A visitation, star-spangled audience, velvet navy
Raven blackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
Nevermore (Poe) visionaries eye me with verdant
Viscosity, hard-pressing, paleness pinpoints.
Pointing smoke(ing) mirrored fibers from my
Mortal muscles maledicted, yet you let me run in
Quixotic quietude faster than some speedy pace
Of celestial sentients salving wounds ingratiated
Serotonergic surge, stalwart of saving gracefully
Inhaling black noise nocturne bliss PAUSEBLIND
E-x-h-a-l-e.
Ethereal air, plumes of purity, oscillation bends
Never braking nor full stopping [………………………..]
BREAKTHROUGHS lilt and leave, blink + betake
Variables and vulnerability? No, residual daystar
Dust by dusk to dawn.
Precognitive proleptic pleasures, jiving living (!!)
Wholesome affairs never fractioned friiiiiiction
Hairs stand, saluting on the backs of my craned
Neck breaking nowise (interest) piquing through
Checkered blinds, sunlit streams, brightness
Born(e) bastille, a brand fucking new groundhog
Dynamo days startle moreover (all) over repeat
Birdsong reverie a redux for sorry ears, STILLness
Effaced.
Losing a puzzle piece of peace, lamentations =
Limitations dilations of pupil essence, SO FOCUS
Nightdreaming begins anew…
© Edward Swafford 2025
This is a personal piece about my mental health, I have what’s known as diurnal mood variation, in layman’s terms it means I don’t feel ‘like myself’ until the latter hours of the night.
During the first half of my waking day, I tend to feel pretty average. I’ve learned to manage it as best I can, as it (unfortunately) comes hand-in-hand with depression.
I’ve walked beside that beast for many years.
And I was expecting an audio, y'know! It's unfair :(
How come you haven't written a book, Edward?