those doses of sleep
I had to take
in them I missed your
voice calling out
deep within
my heart chased the rabbit
into its earthly realm
my head in the fog
from where your voice echoed
through the gates
over the bridge
and into the bay of your words
I missed your calling out
to me in my bed
from your world on the ocean floor
I was too busy chasing
jokers through tunnels of dirt
as my body tore through
the waves of sheets
and when I returned
when I climbed out of the mud
within in my mind
your words smoldered
on the nightstand
the beacons burning
from your world on the ocean floor
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