Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Tired


We are operating just a little separated from exhaustion

 A thin distance from the demarcation between light and shadow

An abbreviated skip from falling onto our bellies and hugging cool sheets

We crawl through the itchy fibers of obligations

And paint on attire

We lunge forward in caffeinated spasms

And bathe with glossy eyelids laced at the lashes

Every day we relinquish a control

The one that led us to circus tricks

The one we continue to cultivate for the hope of balance


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