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Where Even The Dreams He says a little death in the midst of life is sometimes necessary he says it helps me find the strength to go on otherwise it’s all too heavy there’s a ritual I perform most every night a kind of half-assed suicide I sit up and match the darkness drink for drink I drink the small hours into oblivion until the night finally concedes and fades into the grey light of morning and the mind lets go and for a little while I am free to wander where even the dreams can’t find me. |