The Permanent Guest [16.08.24]

That place where I begin

that mystery

as it’s drifting in,

it’s somewhere else

than I’ve ever been.

It’s with someone new,

that mystery

as my lips go blue,

It’s with someone else

that I never knew.

I can’t remember

who it said it was,

something peaceful,

and convincingly

posing

as a meaningful cause.

That subtle spell,

that gathering smell

of the fear of depth,

that permanent guest,

sleep,

and its slippery prescription

for gradual death.

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