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Exiting the void without 
Sinking noiselessly into my third skin 
The daylight behind, a trailing blur
 What happens in the night makes less sense

 First suit donned when in groggy waking light 
Momentary protests at the dawn 
Fumbles with our old mechanics 
 Still creaking from the evening’s slumber 

 Second when, in flash-bang charge
 The workman’s curse sets cast its truths 
En route to jobs and errands laden 
so heavily without grit or grin Sea legs now acquired 
 Us, with our souls bound by order 
So eager for the day to end 
Hours lost and hours spent 

 And when the clocks call for quittin’ 
 Sudden surge of tired smiles 
Play light the facts that choke our freedoms
 Setting out now to town to celebrate them with friends 

None for me though, I’m a goner
 What happens in the night makes less sense 
A step towards home is both backwards and on 
Leaned back to indulge a simpler sigh

 I’m always leaning back on something
 Crutches groan and boulders shudder 
Captured moments deep in pockets 
 Whatever helps the day roll by
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Three Skins of a Day
Exiting the void without 
Sinking noiselessly into my third skin 
The daylight behind, a trailing blur
 What happens in the night makes less sense

 First suit donned when in groggy waking light 
Momentary protests at the dawn 
Fumbles with our old mechanics 
 Still creaking from the evening’s slumber 

 Second when, in flash-bang charge
 The workman’s curse sets cast its truths 
En route to jobs and errands laden 
so heavily without grit or grin Sea legs now acquired 
 Us, with our souls bound by order 
So eager for the day to end 
Hours lost and hours spent 

 And when the clocks call for quittin’ 
 Sudden surge of tired smiles 
Play light the facts that choke our freedoms
 Setting out now to town to celebrate them with friends 

None for me though, I’m a goner
 What happens in the night makes less sense 
A step towards home is both backwards and on 
Leaned back to indulge a simpler sigh

 I’m always leaning back on something
 Crutches groan and boulders shudder 
Captured moments deep in pockets 
 Whatever helps the day roll by
miles-cottingham
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
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