The awakening, nightly, 
comes at 3 am 
  I search as insomnia, 
  through dim stacks blurred
  atop my desk

A lesson in diligence
 0-9, 0-9, Bovine 
7 - 7, 7th Heaven, seven come eleven 
A confederacy in Grey
 yellow yellow / dandelion red 
lessening Indulgence 

for the scalloped edge postcard sent  
  from the Isle 
                    of Crete. 

Photo depicts 
  a luminous landscape 
  with coal black sand & 
  sunken granite pillars
  fencing away the wintergreen ocean.

Caption reads:
 "21 Column Colonnade, 20 Archways 
  An artifact of the Ancient Roman Empire"
  in bright Ferrari yellow print.

For 20 minutes I stare into the postcard, 
  letting lately discarded thoughts
  wash upon an onyx shore

A lesson in diligence
 0-9, 0-9, Bovine 
7 - 7, 7th Heaven, seven come eleven 
A confederacy in Grey
 yellow yellow / dandelion red
lessening Indulgence  

Seeing the moon spark white cinders
  illuminating ghost archways
  in the coal black sand,

Sister moon licking white 
with silver tongue.
the distant oil 

  creeping, seeping, 
stepping up on volcanic sand
  as a mother spilling forth 
her afterbirth through the colonnade
  just 20 feet away. 

unable to tear away the clutch 
it has on both my fingers and eyes,
                it advances the 20 foot stretch of beach
and cascades
 over the cards rippled edge 

A lesson in diligence
 0-9, 0-9, Bovine 
7 - 7, 7th Heaven, seven come eleven 
A confederacy in Grey
 yellow yellow / dandelion red 
lessening Indulgence 

onto my upturned wrist,
  onto my bare ankles,
  pooling and puddling
on the handwoven rug 

hurriedly I push it
down into the desk
and allow the black crude
                                to engulf me.