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it is now

in the early morning

when the sun is not yet thought of rising

and the dusk lies dust upon the empty

street

lights flicker

and grass soaks in dew



its now

house stills with undone eyes

when lines blur between today and tomorrow

now

when concrete rests

when clocks echo in hallways and

light blooms a 1/4 of a world

away



with empty sink

full stomach

tired pen

now when

the tea does not boil over

the counselor doesn't talk

the laughter does not reverberate



now

the fear comes

i cannot avoid

the memory

of your off-white room

with the angel light

when you first wake

with sleepers kissing

your long

eyelashes