An unpleasant temporal displacement,
I lie in this bed with my eyes cracked open
Soft blue light cracks through the edges,
I tuck the sheets in around my neck.
Sometimes dreams get scared,
Sometimes fears swallow courage
And spit out the shaky bones.
Wake up, dear child, this was all
You could do, better pretty colors
Fade in harsh light too.
Just calm your bones...it's over now.
Your eyes will adjust in California South.
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