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"The Sleep of Stumblejohn"
The world is a cruel place.
A man,
once broken,
never heals.
His wounds are poked and prodded
by the wonders of medicine.
His scabs are picked by the
unceasing hand of the masculine self.
His bandages are torn away
and salt is added to his sluggish scars
by the calloused fingers of his fellow man.
Eyes, ears, heart, mind(s)...
all succumb to fatigue
and loss and the ultimate deadline of the soul.
One man cannot rob another of sleep.
Yet he does.
At night, he rattles the door
and, tucking his other in so tightly
as to smother him,
he blinds him from the blows
that do not go unnoticed,
but somehow go
unfelt,
uncared for,
under everything:
Every sorely-needed word,
every second spent beside a silent telephone,
every premonition of rain and hope for thunder,
unfelt.
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