The rain is mute.
It sifts from the pregnant sky;
Heaves and heaves.
The imminent blackness,
Naked and unabashed
Swallows me whole - into
More black, where I cannot breathe.
Here, the cold does not touch me;
Here, in this black abyss, I
Build my nest on lullabies sung
By the blessed darkness.
Lungs blossom into vacuum
And yet I sleep;
Sleep, sleep.
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