13: The Unconscious
I’ve Come Thru
Every
Other
Winter
Why not this one
When
All Remaining Chips
Have been
Chipped
Away
Nibble
After Nibble
Left
Needing
A Good Handhold
From The Shadows
When the World
Has taken
All Resolve
And sleep
That
Eluded Us So
I turn over
With
A comfort
And am
Closing in
On
The
Unconscious
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