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Bound by Randy Wayne Spire

I sleep with the sun

where images inundate

when chemicals agitate

and life passes by.

 

hands held shut

eyes wide open

 

I wake with the moon

where vestiges enervate

when vital signs undulate

and death comes to die.

 

hands held open

eyes wide shut

 

In stasis I wait

stuck within these two spaces

now devoid of true faces

my feet counting time.

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