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[nomoremosquitos]

it's times like these when
immersed in facts and
numbers words split
into sounds, independant
variables, all ambiguity
scattered in all ink
like little imps

our greatest fear is this:
to sleep, to lie beneath
the twining roots of green
blankets all soil-covered and
to whisper our waking dreams to
the creeping creatures
waiting for the sun to come,
to join the stone bones of the
all of Everything; Jericho,
dinosaurs, temples and
tombs- we want none of this
sleeping secret legacy writ
in tomes by beige men
in tweed suits we want
waking life walking
on this layered-up catalogue
of human Being

if exhaustion does indeed
make cowards of us all
then i have got the fortitude
of rabbits turned to run
small children waking
screaming in their beds if
exhaustion does indeed
make cowards of us all
leave me soldiers
i am death
on the battle field