night has come
again. I am restless.
tonight i will watch
a show alone.
the theater is the
ceiling. There will
be birds and insects
from my mind.
Soon the insects
are consumed. The
birds do not fly
away. They stay
They dance on the
ceiling. They wish
That i be another
insect for feeding.
These hungry birds
dance death.
I cannot sleep
as usual. These
birds I keep in
Control.
I create all of
you. In law, i
too destroy you.
Now i sleep.
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