sleep warms the edges
of sharp yellow light
a bulb hangs low
-er than its shade
caged
these eyes
have dried beyond desire
—blinking through to need
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sleep warms the edges
of sharp yellow light
a bulb hangs low
-er than its shade
caged
these eyes
have dried beyond desire
—blinking through to need
clouds gone blue -grey against orange streetlight in its cage and grey -white sky and grey -stone-brown steeple on the...
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