That clear sharp metallic sound
  It cuts up from the dream world 
A murmuration of dark birds
Startled 
  they bolt for the sky
 like a protozoan shadows
From beneath the arched bridge 

The cold bright sun
  of winter 
Pours over
Barren trees
    wrapped in the mist
  of sleep
the shroud of night 
lifted

Dressing
  Roughly pulled 
from an unhealed wound 

clear sharp metallic
  stinging pain of
too much light 

The wide fine net
  of this waking
is holding

Another day of 
  twisted half truths 
beyond the  loom of sleep 

There is no death in this LIFE 
    Just ending 

January 5, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME