at 3: 45 in the morning <br />full moon <br />shining through <br />my window <br />began scribbling <br />at once <br />the majestic sphere <br />demanding a response <br />ten minutes later <br />no go <br />mush <br />put up tea <br />words still swirling <br />without a proper place <br />when the flame <br />somehow <br />ignited my shirt <br />searing skin. <br />and although <br />I quickly put it out <br />a moment later <br />the terror <br />of burning to death <br />so ripped off the material <br />throwing it in the garbage. <br />The magic marker <br />in my hand <br />writing on the kitchen wall: <br />Forget the moon <br />Watch the flame.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-awoke/
