others are awake in this white night

I can feel them move in my blood

I can hear their thoughts echoing in my ears


they too are confused

they too find truth hard

and abjure it even if

it's the lies that kill us


oh others are awake now just before

this vacant dawn


sludge gray and damp as plaster

while I turn on their movements...



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