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In these hazy hours of sleep
Through hues of pitch
I hear each hushed breath
Whispered as a hymn,
Heavy and slow,
In harmony with the night.
I slide toward his silent song
Where wind caresses skin
With each exhale
A subtle humid heat
Against the chilled flesh exposed.
Every breath a beat
Hanging in my head
I am hypnotized,
Drifting further
Into heaven