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22.2.20
the emperor
affairs of a state to sink
making up for lost sleep
came by pillow
and a long way round
the bed a vast expanse across
in continents of time
and had to dream the track together
one head hived to these wishes
each poem pointed to another
tiles sloped away
down into a cistern
a tending of elves, sylphs
secret cities
the day was gently drained
a perfect repose in all conscience
the empress on holidays waking here
texting each other in bed
testing the weather there
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