Closer Than It Appears


 
 
Time is not a worshipful entity.
It lacks the invigoration of stasis:
Sleep . . .

My eyelids draw the moments back in.
Everywhere light has pillowed out.
I hear you stir . . .

Don’t have regrets now.
Or ever.
Don’t.
 
 

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