Friday, November 15, 2013

Christian Wiman: I Sing Insomnia

I sing insomnia
                          to the minor devils

prowling alleys
                         of my mind

loneliness’s lipsticked leer

no fix can ease
                         envy sipping bile

I make a lullaby
                           to make myself

into a sleeper
                      of the faith

             my little while

         without a why

                    --Christian Wiman, from Every Riven Thing

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