Morning

I awake immobile.
Make any move and the world will fall apart,
Along with all the schemas we devised;
An insatiable heart, not my own,
batters my insides, leads revolutions.
An existence between blink and breath,
A mind with quick, cycling resolutions.
Next to me a man stirs from partial death.
His stoic shadow rises on the wall,
Comes towards me in a crawl,
Hovers over me for an eternal moment,
And in a deadly second becomes omnipotent.
The young man gives my corpse a shake;
Little known to him how long I’d been awake.

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