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An experiment that is still quite shaky.

yawning,

like the slow movements of his jaw

counterweigh the muscles in his eyelids,

or the spaces between our arms

that he compresses and seals with wax

from the corners of his eyes, mouth,

heart.

 

yawning

like the slow movements of his jaw

oil the sighing mechanisms

in my chest,

pacified and repaired

by the cardiologist Unsleep---

that specialized enemy of Morpheus

so unlike those Howls

we scraped naïve against the low twilight,

far behind us now.

The End

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