FOILED BY ENDINGS
Those white'd animals I see in my
sleep, they now scare me half to
death. The other half is my own
doing, I guess : mis-steps and a
gerrymandered oasis of dream.
I stood once as high as I could, atop
my knoll of expectations; one that
came down with a clouded nudge.
That noise now defines me, and
there's nothing else to be said.
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