Lying there awake
After, staring up at
I don't know what -
Your arm draped across
Night in the window
Half open, your mouth and
The murmuring breath
- happens or means happiness
Peace comes to those,
Wondering: if others think all
Rushed and overlapping
part conscious.
- who sing night to themselves.
The cool breeze becomes
Shivering, curling closer
More regular in my ear
My receding visions,
Ceiling drops away
More widely spaced
So heavy and free,
like icebergs newly calved.
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