The heads of my eyelids lull,
Two sleepy sisters
Manipulated by a
Manufactured emotion
We are tired, my
Eyelids and I.
Oh how we sway with
The movement of this
Immortal, mortifying bird
We must hurry Eyelids,
We must hurry.
I ask them, my darlings,
Stay awake awhile with me
And shake the hands of
Muted neon lights
Kiss both their cheeks
In a luminescent hallway
That stain this page a temporary
Glowing green
It is nice to meet you, lights,
It is nice to meet you.
How lovely is this calm, dear friends?
Look what we can see when all is still
In this science lab of airborne endlessness.
We are floating, aren't we?
Yes, we are floating.
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