His head lay heavy upon the pillow burying half his head and most of his face, yet he could breathe freely // his consciousness was returning from a different dimension and as his brain began to process ambient noises / he noticed an echo of a Muslim call for prayer hymn buried several layers below the wind’s surface, which required concentration to hear and which the sunlight had brought with it, into the room
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I love the part about “an echo of a Muslim call for prayer”
I appreciate the subtle nature of this poem, like his head laying heavily upon the pillow. Perhaps his prayer is something to ease that heavy burden from his life?