© 2002-04 jon b
i.s.
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for St Clare, Patron Saint of Television

Sojourn into a tumescent night,
with dying embers of eldritch lights
etched onto flinty eyes . .
I lie numb but so happy
with the ruthless, concave voices
machining blessed visions on the wall-
calling to absorb me into them,
and absolve me of this troubled sleep.