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See him make it
Down the street

Ricket legs
And hobbled feet

Him mumbo something
Him jumbo back

R X R
with clacking track

There him go
Past weeds and such

Full of empty
Short of luck
Sleep came out of its box
And got me

Dragged me half paralyzed
Into dim dank hallways
Of dreaming

Such a pleasant word,
Dreaming

Sometimes it's not
A speck of rain
Dripping off leaves

But we soldier on anyway
Faces forward
Eyes blinking

Into the rain
Just a tincture,
An infusion
if you will

Just the essence
of you
And I’ll be ok

Without it,
Bone-deep chill
My quill touches down
And spills my life
in scratches

— The End —