Nighttime Poetry

Drifting off
to sleep
I find
that it’s hard
to keep my eyes open
The shadows shift
and molecules
sparkle
as I take
one more tiny
moment
to honor
My Existence
before the words
get lost
in Space
before they
get lost
in Forever
before
they Drown in
Dank and
Desolate Darkness–
and now those
words mean
Nothing
as if
I never thought
them up
as if
they never
moved from
brain to
finger
as if
I’ve never
Shifted them
Hanged them
Quadruple D’ed them
at
all–

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