12/19/2020

Insomnia Diary: Simultaneous Contrast


The weight of all these weightless days 

and sleepless nights playing games 

with your eyelids in the morning light, 

pulling the louver strings, left then right, 

left then right, then left again, emitting 

a code that you will never understand 

with both eyes open.


[LSS, 12/19/20] 

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