We lie unguarded
awake and torn apart
back to back
under unrelenting starshine
all to do is close our eyes.
I am not an imaginate,
though I may be a figment;
when I was young I thought
I might grow up to be a fire truck
now I am young,
I want to be a real boy
so I raise a wooden gesture
and soldier on.
Forearm to table
forehead to forearm
you exhausted me with possibilities -
you dreamed while I slept.
Rolling over in sunlight -
I seem to remember August, green,
but awake it is January, gray gray gray.
Sleep! Sleep no more!
Honor Darling shall sleep no more.
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