Desperate
ly trying to hang on. To anything whole
in this field of fragmented, song-
like noises echo as whispers
on a pillow. I fall through their depths.
Hoping their darker tonations will teach
me. Peace is the desert
I long to drown in. Spiteful. Spirited.
Its blanding shades offer an oasis.
A fading, wavering, welcoming image.
Of [your] arms. Shaped like home.
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