I am trying to exit the air.
All the books I own
when I sleep the fitful sleep
of a man resting
at his specific heat
coagulate
to lorem ipsum.
They dredge
themselves through my dreams.
Reluctant, the day’s heatnoise
sublimes to memory—
work defined as “weight lifted
through a height”—
the cognate of my body. A glass
of cooled water
sweats then surrenders
its relief.
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