the wind is the sea
beyond my sill;
a soft and ever-presence
hissing night words to me,
salty words that would lure
except for the weight of sleep
that presses me down;
so it spins my dreams instead
flickering, dark theatre shades
like dancing bones inside
and i am hung like chimes
and i am played throughout the nocturne…

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