a stillness beneath the room
— climbs into my bed
dishonoring hideous tombs
wrapped in absent ideals
tears are strange mystery
— pooling beneath my minds
incapacity for indifference
laced in waiting refuge
thought
if my bed were a tower, i’d have yet to fall into something other than the discovery of peacocks squeezing through pigeon holes.
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