wax poetical

dim lights. loosen garments.
posture poorly.
recline.
recline more.
supine?
recline less.
reject sleep like we used to when stakes were low.
stakes are still low.
they are so low!
you are walking on train tracks
(you are not a train).
they will tell us we are trains
(we are not trains).
they will issue us headlamps and magnet shoes.
relax.
obtuse angles.
hang headlamps from rafters,
spotlight sofas and sprawl
like Tennessee Williams players.
swill gins. sip tonics.
believe wholly in notions requiring no allegiance,
convictions quiet and internal,
secrets atria whisper to ventricles
between beats.
listen:
hushes
content, but eager.
emulate the apotheosis of our constituent parts.
our best selves are skeletons aspiring to skin.

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