Tonight I'm prolonging sleep in the hopes that it's druglike effects will produce a wonder of poetics. But it leaves me empty. So unformulated... and yet I close my eyes and everything is...
So quiet.
I hear a slippery whisper of truth
I have yet to believe
Something of faith that catches
Love mends my heart and yet
how can I believe in it?
Why must love equal pain and loss?
Fear and loneliness?
Why must I doubt my capacity
and forever seek to give it?
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