© Steve King
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Release.
A notion,
altogether.
Remembered,
the ways
I gently betrayed
some things and those moments,
the castaway times.
A strange flight from language
and every reply
that never made sense.
Awakened at last,
from old sweating dreams,
not quite memory,
but grown more real
with each new escape,
immersed in remains
of my clever refrains.
Still, daytimes I long
for night’s comforting chains.
