of ideas grown on sleepless planes
flares to life.  Winged worms dig
holes through midnight clouds, pray
for moonlight eruption, fail triumphantly.
Electric sheep are raised in replacement,
potential false idols
to worship.  Their glow is stagnant,
but constant.  We make do,
pantomiming warmth and comfort.
We fool no one
but ourselves.  We are
just another surface for shadows
to cling to, waiting for dawn to come
and spare us for another day.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry, all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She is currently the editor for six online poetry journals and for Kind of a Hurricane Press. Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at her Facebook page and on Twitter @poetess222.