POETRY: Unquiet Vigil, by Paul Quenon

Unquiet Vigil Paul Quenon

Stale prayer from
unreal depths—
depths I assume are mine—

are relieved by
real sleep,
that awakens me to my

real shallows where
prayer amounts to
almost nothing
or less.

Such an infinity where
almost nothing
dividing endlessly
never reaches
nothing

wherein are
real depths
not mine…

Be kind.
Myself, to myself, be kind.

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