The view from the bedroom window makes me uneasy
the blue ducks do not settle into flight
but regard us, steadily
as the scissors snip snip snipped away
every last one of my stitches cut
the weird black scribbles through my flesh pulled away
reverberating tension between this point and that.
A single note announces itself, fills the air with moisture and matter.
It's a note that hold matter, every atom, every molecule, every breath.
Hearing it gave hope to the listener.
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