it’s boundless dreams
in the untrained
minds
earthy canvas
needs,
can’t dream when we don’t sleep
and capsules pushed only
leave my eyes wide
like i sleep,
it’s the bone-deep soak
we need to rinse
these hands,
to wash the crowns from
twisted kings,
we’ve been drifting
for too long
to drink the relief a
dark horizon
brings.
Grumpy Gorman
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