When I close my eyes
sleep does not come cheap,
today's cost
is inevitably tomorrow's loss.
Invisible connections,
in entropic waters,
burn out,
demanding to be re-soldered,
hardwired,
in the hopes
they will once again all fire
in the correct order,
at the right time,
(whenever the need may be).
And it's now here,
as I reach for you
across this memory bridge,
to find you safe and sound
tucked right under my chin.
I will learn to keep
my eyes shut tight,
allowing dreams to bend, loop,
and faithfully overwrite.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
When I close my eyes
sleep does not come cheap,
today's cost
is inevitably tomorrow's loss.
Invisible connections,
in entropic waters,
burn out,
demanding to be re-soldered,
hardwired,
in the hopes
they will once again all fire
in the correct order,
at the right time,
(whenever the need may be).
And it's now here,
as I reach for you
across this memory bridge,
to find you safe and sound
tucked right under my chin.
I will learn to keep
my eyes shut tight,
allowing dreams to bend, loop,
and faithfully overwrite.
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