i'm under...going under...
deeper toward the second floor
where the moth flies sickly
...jesus-close...
straining for the fall
under wings, i cannot sleep
delirium of ravens
feathers choking out my dreams
screaming so to me
tell me, on this second floor
who the moth perceives
flying someplace heaven-close
obliterating me
and i can't try to sleep tonight
with crows so overhead
muttering in feathers
drowning me in bed
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