My shadow and me break up
Through the surface of sleep
As children of sense,
A bright beating sense repeats
in our brain
in our brain
As children we ride the backs
Of large luminous pearlwhite birds
Flying up flying up up
We reach round necks, hold bills
Keep quiet and keep the birds
Quiet. Great
Beating flap of wings, clap
Of laundry on the laundry line, grate
Vibration in the heart of sheets,
One of us wakes completely
In the night.

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