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Tumble out of bed, as from a drain, unwholesomely, an impulsive discharge — a migration to the next ex- it. The heart strays, restless with gravity, oddly, a non-Newtonian punching bag, while the inviolable head says don't touch me, just don't. No. The grey skies always match the threadbare curtains. #poetry #TashPoetry #writing #TashInTheClouds