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Trails

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Trails


Wherever it ends, it always ends badly
Wherever we are to recoup only results in
Trauma

The endless bludgeoning results in
Iron formed skulls that lack forgiveness

I worry sometimes that raindrops will signal
The falling of our world
As my world retreats within the flower-loving
Semblance of sleep

I can persist for days and days
It bothers me to the extent that you expect something
There is some reasoning out there that
Wants production

I want more sleep
You know nothing of sleepless nights
Sung to lullaby
Budweiser
And his aforementioned sisters
Swinging from the stars

Haloed
In effervescent nighttime
Diorama
Left enclave to my sleep
While I lie dead in my
Cradle