Appropriation Art #003: Lines Lifted From Other Sources

Dear friend, I sense a darkness settles in.

I want you to reach out, to take my hand.

You stare, nod, pretend to understand;

your eyes dart anxious as a Robin.

Though darkness dwells to keep you from the light,

I clasp this moment as though it were a bird.

Till darkness claims the timbre of my word,

this vacant folly beats its wings tonight,

my skull a boneyard destitute of dreams;

yet what is dream if not a sleeping state?

A tangible theme in your quest to create?

I sink at dawn in vague subconscious streams

awash with everything we’ve left unsaid,

this sonnet cutting crosswinds in my head.