Morning with Keri, paul celan inspired

Night dissolves into
the imagined ichors of morning
on a sunny southern day
fraught with sleet and snow.  

Lying there too long
though filling with awareness
of time and eye side
wanting me to wake.

needing like see for shore
jumping seething wriggling
a wide awake I don't
even remember remembering

Empty belly demands
Not wanted when finally met
bounding shouting chaos
when the hour is young