Between sleep and time

I stand old and bald , with no fear
Highly unself- conscious , a body
Between my bed and a tall clock.

I stand upright beside a tall clock,
Wedged between sleep and time,
To look sunset in the eye defiantly.

(Admiring Edward Munch’s self-portrait painting made in his dying years)

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