Myth
–Natasha TretheweyI was asleep while you were dying.It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollowI make between my slumber and my waking,the Erebus I keep you in, still tryingnot to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow,but in dreams you live. So I try takingyou back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,my eyes open, I find you do not follow.Again and again, this constant forsaking.*Again and again, this constant forsaking:my eyes open, I find you do not follow.You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.But in dreams you live. So I try taking,not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow.The Erebus I keep you in—still, trying—I make between my slumber and my waking.It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow.I was asleep while you were dying.
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