Imagination's End
Our dismal dreamsDissolve
From our flat and fragmented Imaginations.
Stained dry
Drops of dew suggest a soon
Surrender.
Stiff and lonely.
Windows coldly wilt,
Ignoring the awkward air.
And every nocturnal ounce-
Even the shadows,
Grow shallow.
Draining night's desires.
Swallowing each star
And choking on the moon,
Daybreak beckons open eyes.
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