if birdsong doesn't help what else
can I do or say thought my enemy
words idle arrangements of letters
day distracts me while it wanders
forward hours demanding actions
constrained like a too small valise
not the future but the now impels
vain flight into dark unbreathing
would be far worse if it was bad
do I dare go back to bed beside
myself squirm against gravity's
unavoidable unwinding descent
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