Thin Nights

The late night salute

4 AM

Late night eyes

To boot

We dance with our technology

Until the wee hours

Entangled in a web

On a web

Every last fiber in my head


Needing the next moment

I own it

This is the way I spend the hours


Trying to connect the un connectable

While my head is full

Eyes bloodshot and wide

Hair frayed


Until my head is laid

This is the routine

I try to break out

But something new is always breaking in

There is no loss no win

Just spending every last hour

Until the night runs thin

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