Short Warmful Poems

Losing the right to 
occupy space I became
unanchored to this

flesh prison of mine. 
Even my words lost in the 
wind, but not to you.

Silencing the sound 
of voices here, in my head 
and beyond let me 

exist in your state 
of stillness. And let me count 
the remaining time 

of mine only by 
the warmful beating of your 
trusted, word clock-heart....

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