~wait
take this hour
a prelude to dawn
the coming day dressed
in white lab coats & pale blue
masks
I imagine your rememberings
spinning counterclockwise
as you count backwards
into this deepest
sleep
as if passing through
your own darkness
to where the pomegranate
has burst
at the base of your brain
a cold room of metal
echoes
& red ink blots
how your veins will sting
before they light the wick
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