Fall asleep quickly
you know I won’t mind
dried out coffee stains
broken clocks of time
When was it that you would chime in?
That pendulum swinging
a wrecking ball for the homesick
Shanty songs for the forgotten
These constellations are never constant
And drawing straws never worked
These tomes stacked ontop
hides the tattered map
Eventually you’ll find yourself through
a reminder on your door frame
harboring anchors in your harbors
incendiary devices hidden
such revelations
drive you, imbue
so you can sleep
and I won’t be tarried


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