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Tonight I am paying attention.
You have raised me from my bed
Like a hair rises to a chill,
Standing in full salute.
I am measuring your whimpers
And their earthquakes.
I am the seismologist here
Who must predict how much energy
Will erupt.
Will your sleep break?
Will your surface waves
Shake your father into getting up?
On nights like this
I ask you, little epicenter,
How you came
To joggle everything up.
I ask you,
Is there anything
You can't touch?