Everything has been said that can be said
and what cannot be said
is quenched 
by narcoleptic yawns
The involuntary stretching of limbs 
Decompressing spines 
submitting to invisible gravitational forces
Hunger is driven off 
Cavernous jaws gulp circadian air
Eyelids sliding like wrinkled quilts
The emptying of bowels a ceaseless flotsam tide
Handles turned
Switches flicked
Curtains snapped
Fumbling for the embrace of mattresses
depressed like old friends
The rise and fall of diaphragms 
Tides gone out till morning

© Stuart MacRae 2012

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