Sunday, August 13th 12:24am

Rounding out into the shape of an O: all the words fall in.
(De)Void.
Until everything curls up and spins away in a glow of lights.
This is all that comes forth, this carousel at dusk. Can i wait and watch with you? The lights are warm, they will welcome you. Is this the welcome you always hoped for? I look at the trees, shaking in the spinning glow, and feel content.

I can sleep soundly knowing that there are lights out there somewhere.
I can sleep soundly knowing that there are lights out there somewhere.

The void is held back, just for awhile; can i wait and watch with you?

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