when the lights go down they can't always track back up so easily -- the blinds drawn, the logs sawn, and all kinds of other words made up to cup those starry bits in place, close tight with eyes surmising that to dream is tthe things and the way up will swim too hard against the tide while inside the guests are waiting and concentrating on their fingernails or water glasses and it seems the task is too much to check off and no scoffing is required once the drive is long expired to the point where there's no map to lead on through
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