Sheep leap in sequence—one, two, three…
Inhale and paint the farmyard on my eyelids as I
Lay here listening to the e m p t i n e s s.
Exhale as the flock of fleece dissolves.
Nothing is as loud as thoughts in the silence, it
Captivates the monsters, calling them to
Emerge and fill in the blanks.
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