a tired like no other tired that I have of this world
a tired kind enough to let me rest
in a world of tiredness
underneath most of our caffeinated instincts
that help us block out what is trying to tell us
what we know
but don't want to know
I can drink the black
but I can't be consumed by the black
I let it go into me
and somehow...through that
I can be at peace
while the light makes everyone black.
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