weather sows tip tip tap echoes
sighs from the cogs of a clockwork sea

sharp the sound sliding lengths of a glass eye
drawn silent by sleep, drawn silent

by night. wake then! dark is fled, cold plays
kettle in the kitchen, fire warms to the thought

of itself
to the thought of your skin
against mine

once more

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