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I swallow an edge of fabric, rough on the tongue, /pray with glowing letters,/bored to tears./Advance toward night, unattended,/armed with a witless song,/To rule the earth a spins,/I am an anchor,/I drag four limbs , descend into water./ I warrant clothes, in the mouth remaining, / an effigy, slumped in the corner,/a wax doll fashioned in the sink./ I’m not in control of the world ,/or the doll, watched by these figures/ in a slide toward slumber./ We move in the same direction/intent on our undoing/ our dialogues in error./I won’t change,keep time, /skip to the beat;/in the late night and early morning/I find myself swimming /in the weightlessness of sleep.