Upon waking

Hammering in the forges
Of sleep
My mind makes
And makes.
How beautiful the glow,
The means -
Some nights the sheen.
But by the same,
Where heat meets disorder 
A torment of shapes -
Strange metals dropped
Upon waking
And still heavy. 



LJ Ireton
2023

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