a familiar thumping
keeping pace with the glowing clock
and a gaining rise and fall of the wind
my heart keeps time with the branch
tapping on the window
the East Wind's talking
in the closing distance I can also hear
the ramblings of a summer storm
gathering strength
sleep evades
my thoughts invade
and the darkness's void
is interrupted by flashes of emboldened light
this is the site of
Mary Shelly's dreamscape
and my mind squirms within the framework
of her brilliant imaginings
I'd like to share
these thoughts
these imaginings with you
but your snores also rise
as the storm begins to play its strings
and the first underpinnings of it
unravel across the anvil pierced sky
and for one moment
the night's transformed into
one shocking moment of daylight
I lie sideways on my bed
cover-less
allowing the breeze to race in
and ruffle the air around me
my view a flickering black and stark white
ticking movie screen
as I wait for the electric monster
to appear on the screen outside
breaching the safety of my fragile window...
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