i chase sleep
wait to feel the pull
from the other side
i wave a white flag of surrender
i am never first in the queue
let me in
let me in
let me in
i am as unarmed as i get
i am going stale here
like bread out for birds
~
on the rabbit hole lintel
unswallowed
i pretend to sleep
who will know ?
the night
thats who
the night
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