Hell is in the removal of sleepy veils.
There’s no view justified for all we shed.
Your wrist, a focal point.
My neck, the nexus of your universe.
Our pulse, something to be hijacked.
Touch deeply without question.
Time means nothing to cycles of meadows.
We all succumb to light.
The gift is in discovery.
The night brings cool release.
I won’t answer to morning dew.
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