Run my body to the ground.
There's no more stress
When you're not around.
It's the meds
And the booze
And the smoke
and Oh God
The sleep.
If I could just quit shaking
and catch my breath,
I know my eyes would
Rest.
It's the want.
Unwavering,
Unquenchable want.
It'll drive me to the
Box in the earth and
Push me up
Through the
Hole in the sky.
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