“The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.”
Turned off the TV.
Turned off the lights.
Turned off my computer monitor.
Turned off the HVAC
Turned off my mind.
Could not sleep.
Not near dark enough.
Trying to fall asleep listening to this.
Before it runs out.
Before I laid down for the second time, I asked MS Muse:
“Hey! You wanna lie down with me? Sleep with me? Hold me? Comfort me?”
She said, and I quote, “Go fuck yourself.”
“Guess that would be a ‘no’ then.”
But I cannot sleep:
“Hello Darkness MY Old Friend…”
My mind torments me.
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