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.
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