good evening, all verbacious

distract yourself from peaking around dark corners of your eyelids
and watch the traffic pass by
nobody knows where the driftwood comes from
but it holds itself near in the night
i am a watching protector
no, i am a beast, reborn
live not with a tract or a past wish, wishing
for nothing and no one alarmed
i and you shall go dancing
across rivers where bridges, belie
themselves all across high waters
distrustful of any whose eyes will not cry
go deeply into the abyss and
with no fear in your heart continue
until you reach that place on the other side
watch closely and listen
the stars are on fire

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