Listening falls to sleep
But the listener doesn’t.
It patiently arranges

Everything input into
Bracketed clauses, making
The world a recursive

Function of functions of
Functions. It whispers the
Ways without answering

The sleeper’s questions,
Without a why to its how.
The listener just accepts,

And asks, and tells, without
Case, without complaint,
Within space.

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