Goodnights are softer than everything else,
The pillow that rests under your head
Melting faster than the falling shelves.
Instead I count on falling books,
Reverse-engineering the sheep we have cloned
So that your sleep becomes restless
As your conscience tries to digest this.
I am a builder off of assumptions,
You are a reversal of introductions
That is very nice to know.
How are you? Hello.