THE WAIT FOR THE INVISIBLE
My body is a house it is slowly
ceasing to inhabit. The rooms empty out,
but beyond the closed windows
I see the sun beginning to rise
over a new landscape.
It is not night, it is a different dawn.
THE WAIT FOR THE INVISIBLE
My body is a house it is slowly
ceasing to inhabit. The rooms empty out,
but beyond the closed windows
I see the sun beginning to rise
over a new landscape.
It is not night, it is a different dawn.
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