The Riddle of the Day

My eyes aren’t fully open
Neither
Is my heart
With all the feelings
Either
While
Of course
Fuzzyheaded
And the day starts
Anyway
You know that this is so
Up for hours
Many
While third-shift people
Earned the right
To sleep
Just now
Yet in
As in yet in thy dark streets shineth
In the last half-moments
Everything
Seems a little
Gold
As if to say
That we pass through every day
A screen
Made particulate gold
You barely feel
Yet
Sets your heart toward me
Then you wake up to me
And then
Decide
How to feel the gold
If at all

To ignore
Or
Behold
The everlasting light

C L Couch


(as with the ancient form, the solution to the riddle speaks

and cited, not as riddling but referencing, is “O Little Town of Bethlehem”)

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