breathless wilds, trickle through my arteries,
waiting for the sun to rise over the stalemate of the night
has it been so long that it’s all gone?
where did the hours go when
I could sleep?
taut and whipped,
vines disengage from my hands,
and I may reach out, once more
to my sun.

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