when who shouts a name across a crowded grin
is lonely and silent much more than quiet
the sun cuts deep into skin
freckles emerging from each tickled pore in daylight
assay the moon with its smiling reflection
of solar rays back across the multitude of miles
immeasurable by earthbound dreamers un-
der the lives one step ahead of death's wiles
revolving like the head of a child's doll
those ancient memories of tomorrow's dreams
uncountably many stuffed in the closet all
dusty with nocturnal creatures that come out beings
and hugging stuffed bears to ward off the nothing
that's coming to get us when we are not looking.
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