Like warm milk laced with caffeine,
you’ve given me sleepless nights
and days spent feeling drugged.
Waltzing around the dazzling sun
in the white light of night.
Like the pins in a butterfly,
the glassy eye will protect and spy,
record movement, seal them in time.
They don’t know our thoughts,
or nor do those who share our boredom.
Like when a tree falls,
there’s so much space outside.
The voice of the sky may change,
but will always spell for the automatic classes
that rumbles beneath it.
Like a mute on ecstasy
intoxicated with hidden words,
I want to speak them, no one will talk.
I want to recite the brightest and darkest history,
but truth wasn’t built in a day.
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