I study your sleeping form / at the bottom of the pool / like a house I could return to,
like a head to be cradled in the arms. / Unless you are asleep I cannot make my way / across the night / and through my isolation.
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I study your sleeping form / at the bottom of the pool / like a house I could return to,
like a head to be cradled in the arms. / Unless you are asleep I cannot make my way / across the night / and through my isolation.
“There’s something very magical about TV, everything seems to happen at once on it, the near and the far, the funny and the sad, the real and the unreal. Tonight!”
Robert Coover | The Public Burning