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today is not. it is unlike significant days
I will sleep it through…

or in spreadsheets no rhythm
to sift through unmanaged thought
the thoughts of course are of

well, of course of the sun
when it slips out
slow through the sheets
to unpress itself from legal arms
well no doubt you know
the light thereof
even on the tops of eyelids

it can hardly go unknown, yet creeps
back out window blinds very unlike
car doors to stranger’s eyes
to lay without window frames or houses tall to hold them
bright luminous chimes
trained to free, trained to uncontroll him…