whylessly is a word now because i say so ok

from my slumberful stumble

through the bleary infant day--

For i had risen to chide the shirking Sandman--

i stopped & turned to the door, & whylessly

turned the latch & turned the knob & flung wide the door &

cold moonlight flooded my soul. . .




i may be gradually backpedaling on what i said about not believing in a deity last time >.> or whatever i said.  what i meant was that i didn't think i'd met one yet.  all i've got for now is a highly elliptical poem, though.