[morningtime poetics]

she tossed
   and turned
as the
        world turned
and hands turned
marking
    every new second, her
sleepless
           seconds

til the fourth hour came
    and passed-
half-passed and
half-dropped her
half-fallen
half-asleeped her

til
the
hands half-blurred and the
worlds half-blurred and the
eyes half-stopped their half-reading

and the morning half-began