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


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