Romantacization

My dead sea in a time of drought
in another cycle of obsession
I found an object
a key, a lead
did I love the nonlinear of conversation
full of yields at roundabouts
and a dawn that never seemed to rise
in my memory
endless/infinite
I run away with my heart a lot
I cry out in my sleep
to nothing but an idea
an unripe example of what is still
and movement was unthinkable
I held my breath in the dark
and dusty sunbeams woke me
the air chilly and
the gray sheets rumpled

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