Setting: In the darkness of a room

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No sudden moves,
no loud noises.

In this, a gift of a twitch over my right eye.
I have the back and first lights covered,
the ache yet gnaws at my lungs.
The ceiling black is underway
but I can't read in the dark.
I am still waiting for the snowdrop baby to arrive.
I don’t want to wake it.
The mother of the snowdrop lives an hour from here,
burrowed in the heavens.
I have a plan for the child that I
will
reveal in the fullness of time.

I hear there will be lights in the garden of Eden
But now I must settle for the darkness of a room.





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