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SHADES

∴

the shades have been drawn
yea, even unto myself,
that we may sleep
and keep still
the motion
of forward thoughts.

it is not the time.

it is not the time.

so we strangers
fill the chambers
like ghosts
in a waiting room;

exchanging glances
and sorting through
empty seconds
like old photos of people we’ve never met,

precious
and gone
unknown.

∴

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THINGS THAT SLEEP

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.

look

how still the snow lies on the branch
in the held, white breath
of soft fog.

look

how it outlines the memory
of things that sleep

sleep

but live still.

…
..
.