another opiate open-wide day along
a long long line of dread wrapping
like a thread around a throat to mute
a thought left alone to sleepwalk off
a cliff and go deep down in the dark
of the day in the run-on stream of time
carrying it all away and around again
to another wide-open opiate day along
a dead long line of dread wrapping
like a throat around a cry to kill
a hope left alone to sleepwalk off
a cliff and go deep down in the dark
of the night in the run-on stream of time
carrying it all around and away again
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