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Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb

 
Some days,
When I blow into my seething cups of coffee
It sounds and feels like a drumroll,
 
Some days,
Though I set the clock to a proper pace, it stumbles and crawls around me
Like a babe in the claws of a jealous crib
 
Some days,
These thoughts I mirror are at best a brief allusion
My sympathies asleep; building glassy castles of my needless bed,
 
Some days
When I dare think of how you came into my life,
I scream these pieces out,

Becoming now, the landscape unthreaded,
An infusion submerged into throttle and ink
 
Thinking,
If only I were a gardener
A shelter imbued of sun and rain
 
Angels too, their scar upon my house and the children in the streets
Singing freedoms from my mind,
Lost inside their length of lashes, these shadows I emit;
 
Some days,
when I am drowned in slips of coffee,
My willing hour refuses to sprout
And dreams, like serpents come lazily,

In days,
I dare remember your name.

Written by Perdition
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