each day ~ early morn
as I awoke
over the last few years
there to greet me
like a fresh cup of coffee
were the word images
of Carolyn Srygley-Moore
jump-starting my spirit
to face whatever ~
may or may not
fuckin’ transpire
during the hours
that lay ahead
~ that’s right
seemingly
dependent upon
the demon shadows
floating about
my fragmented mind
encouraged by a night
filled with dreams
of sweaty head torment
~ how grateful
and blessed I am
to know
as I close my eyes
once again
suspended in darkness
lurking with archetypes
assuredly to be exorcised
through a priestly
kind of ritual
as I awake
throughout the years ahead
there will be
the word images
of Carolyn Srygley-Moore
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~