...night, which lonely slumbers turn me inside
and out of this world I search no other
except in ways which make within me wonder
What is it that keeps the veil on so tight, noosed and drowsy
lazy light-ed heart
The only one I've met
a mirror imagined first with a faint but living pulse
almost fading to exist
and most expressions announce themselves
when pangs are put to rest, relief is free
unearthed
inside the lover's chest, a clouded pile of loneliness
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