Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns,
And become fires end, the dust of bones.
Night knives my breath,
Swells whole my tongue,
Turn back reverse return.
In the night I see
The real concealed in the days bright lie,
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile.
Sleep walks and talks,
And feet mark time to the drum less beat.
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