The Wires

The wires in my head

Disconnected

Laying in bed

Wondering of the rituals

To keep

And destroy

Homeless

But idle my hands my not be

Idle my brain wishes upon me

The wires wrought with contentious

Idea

Waiting to fall asleep

What will this new morning

Bring

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