March Tenth Sunrise

waking in the dark from uneasy dreams I feel a kafkaesque anxiety come over me as if I know not seems, (but I know I do, in perplexity in a temple built of uncertainty) the tradewinds of uncanny servitude bring sunrise as a broken interlude like this poem propping up the ceiling and this strange and lovely beatitude of dawn undoing my fear-fraught feeling This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe