Kevin Young - Serenade

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Serenade

I wake to the cracked plate
of moon being thrown

across the room-
that'll fix me

for trying sleep.
Lately even night

has left me-
now even the machine

that makes the rain
has stopped sending

the sun away.
It is late,

or early, depending-

who's to say.
Who's to name

these ragged stars, this
light that waters

down the insomniac dark
before I down

it myself.
Sleep, I swear

there's no one else-
raise me up

in the near-night
& set me like

a tin toy to work,
clanking in the bare

broken bright.