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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0mV1raPQ3o&ab_channel=AgnesObel

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And when she'd go, to fall asleep,

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Sheathing her shoulders under a comforter

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And slipping into the space beneath the duvet,

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When she'd wrap her eyes with fabric - stained color,

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Bleeding tyrian dye, vermillion, alizarin and ochre -

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She'd fall, 

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Instead of into slumber,

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Into the rapture of her dreams. 

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And she would see things

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That she had not yet

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Learned to know how to believe -

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Things that took shape, in shapelessness,

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In shadows, in umbra, 

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In patterns flattened 

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Into quaver.

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Cut from semibreve.

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And they would set to dancing, 

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Flashing,

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Dilating, vacillating, 

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Weaving in wicked mimicries

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Behind the space that occupied her eyelids -

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Phosphene burned into colorless alacrity -

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And anthropomorphizing automata

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In an evincement of shape's lucidity.

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(break)

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Author's Note

(WIP)

Reviews

[Hawaiian_fire]

WOW, poetry like this is what I came here to find. Thank you for sharing. I loved this.

[Ookpik]

Oh, thank you - still half-finished with this one but I appreciate the kindness.

-Ook