the void between my curtains

by Pranav Mishra
Issue: Nostos (Winter 2019)

This void between my curtains deep

From which the world begins to seep

Lets in the shriek of nightly bells —

Tonight, it seems I cannot sleep.


Taste here the gale of gummy shells

Of battle-cries and battle-yells!

These continents of satin heave;

Unevenly like lungs they swell.


But then the sweep of sweet reprieve

Upon their swoon the night is cleaved;

Then nothing but the cricket’s croon

And gentle shadows from the eaves.


Perhaps my sleep need not come soon,

(And puncture) this phantasmal boon;

(And breathe) this unpolluted room;

(And [sp]end) this moment on the moon;