Stacking up
Horizontally
I try to find the being unfound
As minutes condense
Weighting
The thinness stretched
Over my tiresome limbs
Tracing circles
On the sheets beneath
Stacking up
Seconds
Until I am found by unfinding
In accidental surrender
Of gently closing eyes.
Thursday, March 01, 2018
On being inside time
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