Acquiesce. A poem.

Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers,
an invitation 
          given without 

Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales.
Writhe in a cave 
           of dream-inspired 

until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper
and time restarts;
           a clock has no

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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