Lost Trails: Jason Eskenazi's "NOON 2002"

MIDNIGHT / NOON
AS I LAY IN PITCH BLACK TRYING TO SLEEP, NOT KNOWING
WHETHER THE HOURS ARE SPEEDING BY OR CRAWLING OUT FROM A BLACK HOLE,
WHETHER MY EYES ARE OPEN IN A DARKENED ROOM OR CLOSED IN A BRIGHT &
EMPTY LANDSCAPE,
I FEEL LOST IN HISTORY: A VOID, FROM
WHICH I WAKE UP INTO A HIGH NOONDAY FEVER, WITH NO SHADOWS,
UNSURE WHETHER I SLEPT FOR A MOMENT OR FOR HOURS, WHETHER I WAS
ANTICIPATING THE DAY OR JUST DREAMING OF THE PAST. AND AS I SIT UP AND LIFT OFF
THE BLACK SLEEPING MASK,
TRYING TO CALCULATE THE ANGLE OF THE SUN
I ASK MYSELF A SIMPLE AND ANSWERABLE QUESTION. WHAT ARE THE
PALINDROMES IN THIS STRANGE LAND?

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