waking
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he came to the door of my chamber at elsinore
he came to the door of my chamber at elsinore at the hour in which the legs of chairsand table legs their shadows just begunto appear and i just begun to wake he knocked waited at the door for my feet that all night had warmed themselves under sheets blankets covers under the bedding to Continue reading
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this isn’t the time for someone to hear
this isn’t the time for someone to heara voice from outside the house and wakesit up and rubthe waking into their eyes and stretchstand up from the mattress warmedby the sleeping hours and stepflip a switch on a wall and lightovernight windows time darkenedi bless you alone who heard a few minutes ago speakthe voice Continue reading
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when you’ve pushed down on the floor with both feet
when you’ve pushed down on the floor with both feetunbent yourself at both knees at both hip joints unbowedwhen you’ve stood upright to begin beside your beduncrook yourself at both elbows at both wrists uncurlin your hand the candlestub in the candlestickthe flame you created the fire lower itshow yourself your light your feet your Continue reading
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when you wake
when you wakeblind as you do at every dusk of nightin the hours before sight dimsinto your room through the windowin your dormitory in every cellin every feather filled bag of bed your friendsclassmates peers with their hands feelfind the tinderbox you took to your bedand the short thread in tallow dippedand dipped a hundred Continue reading
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tomorrow when the sun is still in its seed
tomorrow when the sun is still in its seedbefore the seed cracks and the first lightsprouts then spreads like a sudden vinetoward dusseldorf and cologne tomorrowremain blind as a mole ratthough the voice of the nightjarrestores your hearing and the song of the robin cures your senses remain blinddusk yourself back into dreamdusk yourself deaf Continue reading
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