Sleep
by me(whatever)
Putting my feet in portals to the future,
I silently take a breath
Elevation of rats instead of stars
smoky outlets freezing your lips
strips of paper water hose
I have only to wait for three twentyfour
hours before my flight begun.
Dirt in the crevices of polished minds,
a far memory of living on a hill
Taken because of a secret reminiscence
unfinished moving pencils
pretending to be sorrowful
chased by a sunlit beast
so I'm hiding in the shadows
until the world begins.
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