Had there been sleep

I might have written

“the morning greeted me with…”

but I hadn’t slept

and fog moved in anyway


a decision loomed,

mist or sleep


by a convenient click

there was Ligeti,

“atmospheres”

composed two years prior
to my appearance on earth

soothing screeches
raging tones

as if a warning—

you could spiral into madness

unless
an all-enveloping entity

relentless horns,
chanting in dissonance

resolve steadily
my field a dense macro
monophonic
of white
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