Sleep so fast like I'm going under
The weather, soft explosions of rain.
A runny nose is wiped off
A sunny ghost lights off at 3 a.m.
Firework smoke to cataracts,
My retinas burn in lightheartedness,
Tracing it up the tracks with no names
But veins running thick with current,
Tangles of lightning left to tame.
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