Tiredness is
interesting. It seems to bring
your aptitudes into
the purposeful
protection of
inertia. There’s a blur
to the gestalt of
this mild coming to a halt:
perhaps a run-through
of the last act
when protection
won’t have meaning
and the leaning
tower of you won’t fall
so much as merely
cease to be. “Merely”
is the operative
adverb: a word to hold.
Merely a matter
of form.
Once you were
warm,
now you are cold.
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