far much to the bottom of soul
there goes a tip
and a lively feathery greeting
gracefully stroking with its fluff
to be called as calmness
tuning down lunatic mushy snore
each strand tears my inner open
and clog for we have holes in our hearts
tickling expectations no more
such desire i by far fail to reach
and the last breath calls names i carry
to the eternal softness i shall await
written on December 1 2017
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