insomnia is cliche in the media age
i held her hand and be praised
a real conversation exists in the smokey cracks
down in the dawns of deep valleys
where burning forges strength on heavy anvils of the earth
where i seek in night light serenity and cold thin windows and doors
they let out the heat of my dreaming
send me out to deserts oasises

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