the night divides into an "us" and "them" --
and lost is individual and twice
the argument both pointless and ad rem
and through the {that feels good} and {oh that's nice}
is something rather
vague and
imprecise
upon the shallow moorings of the dawn --
the night divides into a "here" and
"gone"
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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