INTRUSE

Trying to rest, bones too weary for sleep
Holding onto belief that a dream I will keep
Beating at the window
Trying to get inside
Don't know what it is
Don't know who wants my mind

Quiet!
I must sleep from days outnumbered
To the repentful rising of a sun mislead
Break me!
You won't see a day where I don't find a rhyme
When the scornful remnanta of the word betrays

Strength grows from hope, and no hope can exist
If there is no strength, give up, left to reminisce
Won't go from the window
Won't leave the metaphor alone
Squander your thinking
A screen becomes my home

Intruder!
The last of the ones who interrupt
Horror and wilderness combine, becom corrupt

11/12/98