carson-sleeping

November 24, 2024

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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“The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

Virginia Woolf | To the Lighthouse

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