April 30, 2024 - My daughter has nightmares, and I sing her to sleep

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One of the most
important things, to me,
I’d say. And
look
I’m sure whatever is whatever and it works
but here we are
with me and more things in life I’m learning about myself.
There’s my bedroom, the nursery and the kids’ room
And I never knew until now
the importance of sharing a hallway
but what I’ve found and look
I’m sure whatever is whatever and it works but
it feels like they may all
look the same
though they’re not. They look the same but they’re not. They all appear the same. So
when the villanelle becomes
the vignette and you stand staring down
the hallways and the
smoke bordering it. There’s no
fire.
The villanelle becomes the vignette and the complex becomes a tenth
becomes a sound of a little voice
asking for your hand
and a song
As the villanelle became the vignette became the villain in her sleep
And she needs another voice
in her head, another song to help her dream.

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