A Shiver


Extraordinary clocks,

I can sleep alone,

I am wishing doors away,

Frozen ankles chipped,

Blinking pictured picture frames,

Sweet heartbeats about the drums–

Of the deaf ears to natter.

Home scents running across the beige sheets,

I cannot care about my wake,

Systems of matter fill lonely arms,

I cannot care about tomorrow,

Which very much is,

Empty, empty minds rip into voids,

Now, devoid of morning, devoid of you,

I am cold.

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