These levels of seductive
thoroughness, sleep and the meaning
of sleep. How I wanted to say
"this smooth, round stone is mine"
Kiss, the way a bird will rise,
sweet, weightless art, the leaving
of the world for cloud, for sky
for nothing-ness. I love
the journey up, the closing
wolf-like bite of love snapping
flesh and wings. Sleep,
hungry sleep
swallow me.
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