it’s all the same in the silence when I wake to more tomorrow. dreams laid to rest inside my head on pillows in an empty bed.
I am where I was
and cannot reach beyond
the space between
belonging
a gap to mind
tomorrow
or a platform I can’t leave
by the edge of the world
in my head
out of touch
far from any track or train
waiting in the clouds for rain
or natural selection
sitting on the boulder
past the point
of resurrection.
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