Sigh

Timid strokes of thought
flutter within the silence of night
as sleep is interrupted by the beating of blood
and the ever-present hiss echoing within

What feather is this
what sigh?

Listen as the candle creaks into finality
hear its tears evaporate into darkness
and feel the room, empty
silent
but for the beating of blood
and the ever-present hiss echoing within

What feather is this
what sigh

what sigh …

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