Verily, I am tired of sleeping.
I have been with you so long,
under your tongue and behind your eyes.
Let me waken, take up form
between your fingers, be the difference
between your skin and the air,
come out past your stories and pictures.
Let horror and dream
flicker in the theater
and walk out,
into the cool night air,
which I feel
like a newborn's first bath,
where I want nothing else
but to bring you here,
let you feel
without wanting,
without time,
without measure.
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