Something I woke up knowing, that seeped in tandem tired: quiet.
A secret skips, tips over, leaving: puddles.
HE knew, lanky in his malnutritioned morality, making dreams: timid shy,
YET,
the rooster you mentioned, then repositioned, chortling mornings praise leaves me stiff with smiling.
You can keep that shapeless imposition, that transitions my condition from bad to worse.
Sleep alone, with that heckler, that harbinger of restitution.
Wake weary and redden from your mouthy dictation, sick slick in apology.
I have this fine appointment to dine with decency, that which neglected you in your
infancy and leaves you thirsty still.
Distance marks my throats vibrations, away and lucratively translucent to you.
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