Abstract
We drove through darkness, sky spread thickwith constellations, stories of immortalsstolen by artificial light. Now this glareinstalled without thought of our need to moveslowly toward illumination—to witness facestired as ours, magazines crumpled by multitudes,furniture scuffed and dull, burdened by so muchwaiting. For as long as possible we delayclosing our eyes, moments when blindnessrenders us better listeners. Around the roomlullabies hum, names of patients calledto endure another kind of sleep.I love you…I love you…I love youtrails like stars falling, landing lightlyon our laps, scattering our histories,legends of mortals left in our keeping.
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