Late last night
as I slid into my quiet,
I didn't flounder
or falter
when it came onto me heavy,
like a permanent inhale
I knew I couldn't shake it,
that is, to tempt a hastened parting:
voluntarily forsake it
when it slid into my curves
firmly cupped my naked soul
this anatomically correct veil of sleep
pressing deep
shook my frame into a thousand tears
like liquid glass,
hardened fast
and cut me from my reverie
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