just got a little too small
for you to get lost in it
Pull at your frayed edges
let the strings come undone
Let there be stars that beckon
to be laid under
and gazed upon like
they’ve woven answers throughout
the constellations
and beg for you to question them
Let sleep cast you away
like a fishing hook on a rod
into a sea of dreams
let its current pulsate through your
veins and decide where to take you
Your legs will carry you faster
than you want them to but
let them
for you’ve trained them
to get you where you need to go
When you’re finished
crawl up to the shore
feel the sand beneath your deadened body
pick it up in your hands
watch as it falls through the cracks
and feel okay about it
because this is one thing
that you’re supposed to
let slip through your fingers
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