I whirl as water around rocks in the shallows,
I will sing you back to sleep.
The pressure of the atmosphere bows you down, sticks you
wriggling to the surface, pinned, appended.
Since I cannot give you empathy, I give
you music instead:
breathe for me, now, in tempo, bring your heart
to beat in this tune. If this is respite
then close your eyes, still your tongue, give me
that last slow smile.
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