Amidst the mess of sleep and sweat I am beginning
to understand there is no quiet here.
The whispering of windowsills,
hums mmms ahhhs murmur lights;
gentle electric ostinato to my breathing.
Slow, helpless breath
and eyes that focus too long
on smooth surfaces
that leave no room for shadow.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
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