I'm not sure what I did
but it got me where I am.
All the world upon my shoulders.
All the horror in my hand.
Given up into the midnight
Swallowed whole by sparrow songs.
I wish into the hollow black.
I try to sing along.
I'm stumbling bright
but staying quiet
Breathless in the times.
All the while
hiding silent in the
daylight of my rhymes.
Where we go from here and now
is not up to
ourselves.
We just have
to wait awhile.
Old toys on
dusty shelves.
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