Canticle for Dawn

it is addressed thusly:
For St. Nikolai.
it reads:
If the world begins with a day
And the day with an evening
And if a man begins his evening
With rest and his rest
With unconsciousness
How is not our time the dream
The conscious universe not the dream
Of the hours before the morning
When the creature rises from the depths
Of depthless slumber 
Of thoughtless sleep
Into the fitful dreams
That must break into morning?
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
prayers by the lake XXXI

1 comment:

  1. There must be a strange
    Reason for the existence
    Of this one haiku.


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