so death with death.
and here is the day.
best of luck.
here it goes.

and they have memory's.

two dozen half counted, your numeral uno.

isnt acounted for?

ive done counting the numbers.
time through the numbers.

to get to

ELENT

belt chamber saying.

the land is flat.
burns under the sun.
the sloping hills, the death of a rose.
reflection in the pond.

sleeping underwater.

drowning and then waking up.

i have seen your hand in the clouds,
you are the key to my lock.

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arm stretched out, across the blue shines

the eye behind the clouds, the sky like your ribcage
a thousand waterfalls,

still,
on your rock in the middle of a lake, the center of the storm.

turn over your wrists,
im done counting,
seperating,
oblivion.

i just slept for 19 hours...
and im gonna sleep for 8or9 more..

taxing.
it was.

digestable.

productable.

gnomes in cabins.

what a wonderful night.

there comes a time in a mans life,
when he stays up for a very long time...
and he says
"there's a time, to cut the shit."

this time just happened.
not a moment ago.

to someone.

my neighbor probably.

*stretching*

that was the best sleep ive ever had.