with the space between sleeps wider and thinner
stretched wide across the same frame - pulled tighter
night slipping into a sliver
nothing but a splinter to be worked out
couched in runningwild constellations
the minutes united to easily divided
sliced into millibits and tangled ships of web
cobbled like stones to shoes and swords to tables
in the fables there's not always sun
dark is the day is the night and beyond
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