Be blind, be careless, but love and know when
to stop, to breathe, to listen
and in listening learn the grace of your tongue,
re-learn the care of listening to yourself.
hum. hum. hum. hear the intimate resonance, inside your heads.
oh my, the clock teases, telling me what is relative to how awake or asleep I am...
Be blind, be deaf to alarms and sirens,
no needed for binding to the mast,
you are a strident gull, thwarted but enlivened in the gale,
close those eyes and kiss the silence of your room in black
in ultra-white, the colorless gleam through the air.
hide. hide. hide. see the intimate shades through your eyelids.
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