the minute i sit it down
it will pour through the cracks
i won't be able save it,
the load of weight
that my cap has to cradle
is a figure of a mother with child in the forest,
a deep green shades and caresses the stars
until the light peeks through leaves
like blinds to the noon sun
I am streams;
I am a river with no end,
my arms reach out beneath these coverings and make a line to the pen,
the shift of my conscious
makes no reflection on my morals,
I am a dark opal, that's sinking into dark water
the weight above my head
and the weight i am I've said,
is sinking down into oblivion.
Press my lips shut
and carry this hum to the lips of every sleeper
REM to restless in the hush of each bed room
The light taps of the rain drops on my window
sound like footsteps
running away into shade
down the fire escape into the bushes.
I rush through memories
to match the lights in front me,
faces on the inside of my eyelids
free existing memories,
my safe haven
in this world I've been born,
reforming and over examining, each thought as a chore,
I allow my self one more,
one more night to be like this
before the weight of reality
weighs on me more,
every talk with my grandfather
ended with this lore
saying you learn a little in this world you have a lot more to explore,
(watch me now)
the dreams have ceased,
I have thought no more
it keeps me safe in my slumber, after I lock my door.
You need not apologize to me
if I've forgiven you before.
If I can see I do believe
that I can read what this is for.
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