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dyssynchronous
dyssynchronous
drew windish
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i wake up in drink of the
phosphorescent sun,
untethered to sleep yet
unwilling to dream.
cradle by, he feasts upon my
skin, warm as delight.
coddled airdrops drip like dew
in the morning, tonight
shape and structure dissolve into
a spectral hue.
color becomes form becomes life.
and all that is known is finally true
and seen with eyes unabashed.
passing by, i know only that which may
possess my wishes and plights