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untitled #24 (miniatures)

physical chill, residual losses;

rolling blackouts roll so quietly,

that i wake up in the dark,

surprised, to other voices, all

unfamiliar, climbing up and

down the bedroom’s backsides;

no sunlight gets in here, so i’ve got

to get somewhere, but what’s out won’t 

come inside today– there are half a 

dozen rocks in my shoe, and half a 

dozen others who can take my place,

and rain’s gathering on the ledge,

no memory, nor feeling, nor regret,

though a closed-hearted vision is

clear– holding still, two birds, 

soaking wet, soon joined by a

third, never seeing past the threat

of residual chill, physical losses