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The Sleepwalker - Sept. 29, 2020

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 29, 2020
  • 1 min read

no such thing as a botched attempt to love

its splendor is its awkwardness

its stock rises with a stumble

it rattles the consciousness of routine

makes it strangely fresh and first-time

even its failures warp the doors

it briefly opened which now stick

and lock with difficulty

which makes the clueless sleepwalker

who loosens the bolt that secures

the entrance to his heart

not so foolish after all

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