why make sense?
hear the rain-falls
catch its chalky call, drippy waterfall
walk hallway not that lonely
(what a pretense to be awake
i'm a stormy unsleeping cliché)
closer to outside light, awaken
cloudy eyes as lenses.
i'm awake not making sense
at 2am, unaligned ever since
timeline was gotten rid, rinsed to oblivion
dreams inform day chases dusk
wander from sleep's way
night stare into bright light
sprinkle rain sway
when becomes new day
i'm ready for new occurrence
stay away forecasted numbers meant
to restrict my outside movement
your television temperament
means warmth is bent and cold is sent
ok today, tomorrow
sleepless.
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