Do constellations change,
each night you’re awake;

Do dreams take on a different form,
each time you’re asleep
images shattered
like poison needle pricks.

the dragging ends of time
is fleeting
too fast too fast for our own good.
Inevitability strikes us
too much too much for our own good.

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