Oscillating Fans
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Clutching at my dampened sheet,
staring up at alabaster,
I hear voices from the street,
I see faces in the plaster
Oscillating fans repeat
phrases set to fast or faster
My TV transmits discreet
messages through one newscaster
As I do the wash again,
I can faintly hear a choir
singing in the final spin
One word cycles from the dryer
Taking note at breakfast when
eggs act as a clarifier
for the face of Christ therein,
I consume my edifier!
I'm aware I recognize
traits that I, myself, have got
- noises, noses, voices, eyes -
whether they are there or not
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