Sleeping through sirens was never enough.
I'd roll up my cuffs to build a fire,
But they were tight like the light breaking down
When prevailing winds started blowing smoke.
Oh, but I could see through the lamination,
Cataracts collected on my eyes,
And the contamination was set in stone.
You never know how light the dark is
Until it is reflected upon you,
Perplexed one more time
Imperfected as it spells out on the line.
A capital to the morning,
A period for the night.
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