i unbutton myself in the darknessMature

The moon is fighting with ashen altostratus clouds.
I unbutton myself in the darkness, let everything spill out
onto the carpet like so much dead weight.  In the morning,
I will re-assemble myself, but while the moon haunts the 
night sky, I can loosen the stitches and breathe again.

The End

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