Exhaustion

I wish, between the spinal synapses, I could insert a key, the teeth slotting into place like a bird, landing upon a telegraph wire.

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And waiting, it would turn, it’s wings would spread, and exhaustion, slowly, would spring.

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Outwards, amber exhaustion, melliferous, it malingers, before gushing from my pores, a Vesuvian embrace.

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And my bones, the tension that wrought them, unravel like a tangerine skin, t’wards redamant relief.

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Wings spread outward, the plane of days,

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Just before the,


key, turns
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back.

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