monotony in series
day after day
replays...
so do dreams
on one leg
skip around
our routine feet
faceless hope
thrums regular head
the accustomed
half darkness
circles and circles
somehow eyes remain
constantly closed
in a habitual gesture
in our darkened chambers
we pace up and down
down and up
searching and searching...
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