we still find all that we leave behind
Tuesday, April 9, 2002
sleep is for the weak
i live
for creaking floorboards,
the shallow sleep breath
of another beside me.
the allure of time
when time stops
its passage, the why
and hows in question.
all the answers, inspiration
comes,
in the early morning hours
when all sane people
sleep.
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