Just when i thought
i understood
when i broke through
safe to sleep
i’m running again
back on my toes
can’t be too comfortable
its cold here
i made the dark
its name is me
mistaken shapes of
reality
undermine the
purpose
just to be
to see
to hold something
with meaning
once more
my friend
by threads
our lives hang
always together
forever never
drifting so close
to dreaming
waves crash with ebbing
angry words
falling deft before
the roaring reef
there at night
i gather the fragments
altogether i put them away
broken by shame
into an old shoe box
labeled "dreams"
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