Tuesday, December 31

The Fourth Phase


THE FOURTH PHASE
Used to track shadows . . .
Used to. Now, warm in the dark.
Embraced by pillow, warped by sedation.
Blinds turned, just so.
Upstairs they sleep as in the
Third phase of death.
Wake me. If fear occurs.
Wake me.

Between slats . . .
Watching . . . interpreting . . .
Plotting the fourth phase
With daunting ingenuity.

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