a hand trembling

©2023 michael raven

everything heavy sigh
buried under hill, under wood
root tangled tourniquet
around aching neck, where 
not even longing remains

fevers of a kind still simmer
burning from the inside
behind blind eyes, but with
no witness to that scene

if there was one thing
it would be a hand trembling
in the night

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