One night has changed things in the world,
has whispered life to the body’s abandoned mansion,
has on its dense cobwebs of misgivingspoured rain.
The soil of the flesh is now damp everywhere
and will, at the slightest provocation, yield
to your fingertips its humus narratives of pain.
Within, doors have quietly opened into rooms
long incarcerated by day. Your thick hair has
usheredthe night with gilded prayers of sleep.
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