can't sleep through the night -- can't untie the afterthoughts alarmclocking their way through every halfspoken word -- absurd how the hurry to make meaning turns meaner than forgiveness -- we give this way our apologies in advance on the off chance that the meek will stay mild and the motions will be filed in pantomime briefs -- a relief to turn mute when the impulses in cahoots with misadventuring words means those heard are too late to step back from though the rest are held back in confusion
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