It is spring that revives,
even as the world begins
to claw its way out
from under the suffocating blanket
of so many things better left unsaid
why in fact don’t we all just stay
in the cold in the numb
a little longer
and maybe that will let us
go to sleep for good.
Who needs to be revived, anyway?
Who Needs To Be Revived
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