Sluggard

a needle, threaded

with whiskers-
inevitable white and
thick as worms.

with a snitchsnatch

……..a stitch in a timeframeless

……………….patchwork quilt of
buzzing neckachey-memory things.

i fidget around in
you and sense myself to
fuzzy sleep like a cat.

……………like a whiskery cat with
needle pricked ears

you whisper breath, too shallow
to take, smelling
soberly of nightfrost.

.
……………………where do you sleep?
in noise
in breaths too shallow to take
in dreamsindreamsindreamsindreamsindreamsindreamsindreams
in flickling lobes
in solitudeloneliness
in timespace between frames
in paper before words
in certainty

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