Spontaneous Nystagmus

You kept us up so late
Between bottles of tart, red wine
Poring over maps from the Middle Ages
That tell us nothing new
Except how little we knew then

You kept us up so late
Black mirror after lights out
Scrying minor fortunes
From a random pile of click-bait

You kept us up so late
We missed the nimble morning
And sunbeams bent through dewdrop prisms

You kept us up so late
The clocks have all stopped ticking

Spontaneous Nystagmus

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