Morning Doesn’t Come Until I sleep


Buzzing bee —
Buzzing be still
Be quiet
Be chill

As long as I stay here
Time won’t pass
I promise I won’t fear
The mounting pressure through my looking glass

Cautious quiet winds blow
To the east I hope but no one knows
My head with rocks
A handful I throw
Buried careful to the ocean tides they go

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