In These Moments



/ poem

We are all dust

Lying flat, breathing slow,
The middle burns, for a heart of snow,
Eyes shut tight, spirit took flight,
the rest of you is tied down tight

You are not grounded,
There can not be control 
-- in these moments

The work is hard, but almost done,
You need to sleep, but the brain's begun,
The blink is longer, breath turns heavy, 
Roll in the bed, what is steady?

The scold was pleasure — it gave birth to these moments

The whisper haunts, and teases -- oh please,

Not even big teddy lets you rest in peace

Dust keeps us awake — in these moments

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