Lying in repose, limbs akimbo
mirroring the reach of a vast mauve
starfish above me,
half-hidden in the shallows of the night.
Ungripping and unmoving.
Still as time.
It does not toss
But I do
It does not turn
But I do
It does not think
But I do
The ceiling fan is off but I am on.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Lying in repose, limbs akimbo
mirroring the reach of a vast mauve
starfish above me,
half-hidden in the shallows of the night.
Ungripping and unmoving.
Still as time.
It does not toss
But I do
It does not turn
But I do
It does not think
But I do
The ceiling fan is off but I am on.
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