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With closed eyelids, embracing a cushion. Why don’t I melt?
Wishing to fall far, my heart beats too fast. My mind’s agitated.
The daily mean arrays, irrelevant quizzes. The race, the competition.
Firmly trapped, going for a snack. It’s out, out of the question.
Oh, when the day is done. Lying in my little perspiration sponge.

Turn the lights back on, sing a tiny song. Eyes are stinging, tired.
Can I cancel? Oh, teacher, are you there? Teach, teach me meditation.
What is that? What is that, anyway? Silly stuff, never gonna bother.

Tell me your troubles, and I’ll tell you mine.
That’s the point.
That’s the whole damn point.
Naked artists find better things to do than sleep.
They have bad dreams.
Their eyes are open.

I was worn then, now I’m worn anew, but with love, poverty and boredom.
It’s time to offer an open hand, even accepting little knife wounds.
Don’t know what’s wrong, don’t know what was wrong. No matter, luck is still the cycle.
It’s scary, some day I’ll fall out quick, but it is all in the reception.

Love’s just a trick that some people choose to play on all the world around them.
Akin to drawling about your cheesy cars and fooled or hired women.
Rambles in shambles, and what to show, but feelings, trapped and lost and lonely?
But glory only lasts long for me. I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry.

Tell me your troubles, and I’ll tell you mine.
That’s the point.
That’s the whole damn point.
Naked artists find better things to do than sleep.
They have bad dreams.
Their eyes are open.

Tell yours your troubles, and I’ll tell mine mine.
We both find that we have climbed the vine.
Let’s freeze this time instant and look in twenty years.
And we hope our pasts are jealouser than we had peered.

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from Midsized Eras, released February 3, 2015

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