another night
slides down the wall,
caressing the crevices
and quiet corners.
an invalid,
in a beautiful bed,
i observe
night's lengthy
and lonely descent.
i am allowing myself
to be abused
by insomnia's underworld,
but yet i feel
somewhat blessed
to be best friends
and the devoted witness
of every lunar movement.
slides down the wall,
caressing the crevices
and quiet corners.
an invalid,
in a beautiful bed,
i observe
night's lengthy
and lonely descent.
i am allowing myself
to be abused
by insomnia's underworld,
but yet i feel
somewhat blessed
to be best friends
and the devoted witness
of every lunar movement.
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