Anjinhos (Day 2,613)

Before this incessant counting,
I blended days
with nights
into a potent tonic.
Not for sipping. I began 

to erase light
with thickened walls
of ice and stone. When melting
followed, I blamed all 

I’d rubbed out.
I know it’s not the numbers
or letters that keep me alive.
But I’m certain they have wings.

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