Heavy eyelids drag the skull down, I’m dirt-bound

Falling like gravity’s seeking revenge

Falling like my back is lined with barbells,

this weight is a monolith on a thumb’s tendon

My consciousness is Dan Fenton, leaving this world faster than compassion does

I’m barely makin sense, barely sensing make, barely awake staying

as the clock’s colors run, time melts like it’s been in the palm of the sun, temporal acidity seizes my faded lucidity 

my usual insomniac proclivities are slowly becoming a former affinity, you see?

Right now only few things are certain: I’m high on fatigue, low on fuel, empty of regret, full of a dream waiting to bloom, 

So 

Peace

Out

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