Between strange sheets my sail is set
To whisper where the curtain lace dancingly flaps
Where visions are blown across the gaze
Of sunny spent and hectic days
What dread lies beyond the counterpane
These pillows where I lay
On which I’ve never lain
No drunken excess has me stricken here
Where are the birds
The traffic hum, the trains
The random rumblings and distant sounds
Let me grasp the tangible before I drown
A hawk
Is loosed
In the air
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