I didn't rise for Matins
In anything but heart
Leaden limbs under the duvet
Tracing the restless
Leaf-lace on the nets
In bruise-bright ambulance blues
Hurtling through the oven of night
Pale ceiling fanned with someone
Else's tragedy
I held their panic up against
The small hours' looming
Wideness
Listening past the siren
Past the unsprung dawn
For unsung mystery and mercy
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