The days have become still, Intricate and tissue Wrapped, swaddled, laying Peacefully in my arms. I cradle each one. Each impenetrable, confusing Entity, and wonder if the shadows and remnants of before hide beneath. Sometimes I dare to loosen Their tightness, their neatness To check they are not bleating messages From un-severed umbilical telephone Like …
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