sleep tight

This is not a clear bell stillness, but
something novacained and dumb

I draw scenery on the walls where the window ought to open

What words can I breath to break this stasis?
none of my own

sing the wall and sing the angles
sing night shadows etched in moon

I will sing this sorry chamber all the love
that I remember. good night

good night and come again soon

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