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 Apr 2010 Adam
Caleb Brumley
Twice the light burns heat.
Submarine finds the mind in a deep sea sleep.

If only.

Lie still and silently cry out to the dark.
Listen to the drip drip drop of the faucet.
A pocket watch.
You plead for the pulse thump to stop.
Agonizing over greenbacks and life plans
Paralyzing thoughts of What’s next? And where now?
Questions void of answers.
Answers crammed with doubt.

The red sticks re-arrange once more.

Bargaining with time declines result.
She has it in for you friend.
A million memories churn and wrestle
While each flickering moment blurs away.
Straining to relax,
Exhausting yourself to find peace.

And there it is.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Tomorrow.

— The End —