Mind is spinning, need sleep.
Climb to a covered,
safe place to lie, wrapped up
in the limbs and leaves of an oak.
And listen.
I listen to what is left,
the planet humming
words too big for my ears
the dirt gasping
with many wormlike mouths
and I think
something in between
as sleep drapes over me,
completely free of the dead.
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