In; Out.

3AM, 3 hours 'til dawn

In; Out.

Night heavy pressed against my chest

In; Out.

I listen to stillness

In; Out.

and feel the throb of my heart against my ribs, back, head

In; Out.

As I press my body to the wall and the clock 
counts down to dawn

In; Out.

Mindless monotony

In; Out.

if I stilled the beat, could I then rest

In; Out.

Sad soft call of the mourning dove sounds 
darkness begins its change from gray to gold

In I breathe the scent of the sun.

		TL

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