Called
and I go
down into it, the hall again
(streetlights, blinds)
all the same all the dark
down into it and do what must be done
with my body, with the patience
that I do not have
fellow sufferer, fellow sleeper, not-
sleeper, seeker
night boat, little sail
in the slow air in the rounded dark
inside the broken night
rudderless elliptical
in the stitched-together minute
minute
minute
365 x night x 8 (new)
x 4
x 2
x 8 again (despair, iron)
x 2
x 1, x occasional, x rarity (fever, monsters, light)
= now
= again
once
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