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Monday, December 8, 2008

sink

in the fertile green between sleeping and awake
i feel my body rise in
deep breaths
and sink heavy,
exhaling.
the descent into
the mattresses
through springs
sifting out skin and
muscles,
then bones
leaving only pools of
soul, blood,
and dreams.

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