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                                Hypnopompia

                first you encounter steel-wool static
                                clouds of it
                like a noisy class in a bottomless afternoon
                                              then you
                remember to breathe and regroup yourself a little
                                                              too much
                and slip-slide away on grey silken handkerchiefs from
                                              one scene
                to another until it all just stops and then you can
                                get up
                and bustle around sorting out the house

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

breathing wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
clouds wormhole: To my Mum
doing & identity & life wormhole: not yet quite sure / what
grey wormhole: mass
sleep wormhole: darkness

 

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