Day Night
choke back fright dark and dusty,
flight plan a little rusty,
hope for a ride have fun,
then run, and hide,
twinkle twinkle distant dear
insecure considering all that's been said,
up for interpretation from a rocket bed,
sparkly conjecture, with pale complexion,
simply put a man without a plan of attack,
swells come regular, damn you fear
love is not a modern day invention,
like breathing,
or a one sided upside down mathematical equation,
a lot like truth yet yields ill conclusion
...like sleeping without,
and reaching for air,
because she's not there
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