up too late again
I find the end of the day
dawns and
still the keys continue to meet me
dancing
in a stiffened husk of
crystallizing flesh
loosened with a whistle
of tea water and steam
opening the envelope of
meaningful discourse
only to find
my neighbors
at rest behind
darkened shades
upon awakening
will the plan
hidden
behind authorized posts
be considered for
approval
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