The sky dims
Silence is welcomed
But does not stay
The cries of hounds haunt me
Unwelcomed guests
Turning the knobs
Me, the conductor
Of the nights events
Drinking in the chorus
Causes much gripe
Under the sheets
Wrestling, tussling to the beat
No longer horizontal
I am bent at the knees
Ah... Intermission
It's unfortunate double time
Returning to the chamber of torture
One wonders
Why does my alphabet have no z's?
Admitting defeat
I awake.Will tomorrow repeat?

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