2:30 a.m. nonsense
sleeplikeadog
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I sit on the sidewalk and stare at the cracks
There's ants crawling on my hands and feet
I get up and walk inside and sit on the couch
and think for maybe just a second
I wander away slowly into the sunlight
The warmth is the best feeling on my skin
I stare at the dead trees
and somehow think of beautiful
So I jump in the water
and feel those sensations of one
That ever so lacking something
Which could quite possibly be nothing
But I feel better already
There's ants crawling on my hands and feet
I get up and walk inside and sit on the couch
and think for maybe just a second
I wander away slowly into the sunlight
The warmth is the best feeling on my skin
I stare at the dead trees
and somehow think of beautiful
So I jump in the water
and feel those sensations of one
That ever so lacking something
Which could quite possibly be nothing
But I feel better already
Walking is still honest
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and I'm putting myself on warning
for waking up in an unknown place
with a recollection that's half-erased.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.