Let us sleep
and put them both to work.
They will be our hidden explorers.
Can you feel them reaching?
That wool is them. Keenly catching the hidden.
Connecting our misunderstood parts.
Since we can’t.
Fitting.
They puzzle with deliberate intent
in sieving our complexities.
Blinding our stains.
Coming up for breathing now.
We wait to hear the chinks.
Click.
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