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Soft bedding shielding my body From the axis of frigid air that thrives Off the edge of everyone's bed. But as always my mind is Wrapped up in something else. The cord attaching me to The sail of blood and bone Tugs deep at my ankles and legs And moves me off, and out Into the waking world. And when did the world wake up, Breathe heavy and rub yesterday's dirt Off its dry and heavy eyes? Lifting itself from a cold pillow To pirouette the day away 'round the sun. I question it only because It feels, most days, like the planet Is sleepwalking. Shuffling and spewing nonsense, Just like me. At least I got to write this down Before I go back to bed.
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
sleepwalker
Soft bedding shielding my body From the axis of frigid air that thrives Off the edge of everyone's bed. But as always my mind is Wrapped up in something else. The cord attaching me to The sail of blood and bone Tugs deep at my ankles and legs And moves me off, and out Into the waking world. And when did the world wake up, Breathe heavy and rub yesterday's dirt Off its dry and heavy eyes? Lifting itself from a cold pillow To pirouette the day away 'round the sun. I question it only because It feels, most days, like the planet Is sleepwalking. Shuffling and spewing nonsense, Just like me. At least I got to write this down Before I go back to bed.
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MFrenchPoetry
27/Cisgender Male/Where ever
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
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