it’s boundless dreams
in the untrained
minds
that our canvas
needs,
can’t dream when we don’t sleep
and capsules they push
only leave my eyes
open wider, like
i get sleep,
it’s the bone-deep soak
we need to rinse
these hands,
to wash the crowns off
these twisted
kings,
++++
seems we’ve been drifting
through clear skies
for too long
to appreciate the relief
a dim horizon
brings.
Wrinkly Thinker
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