Relief
we wait in white noise we abate rail car tension we move in unison we shout flash-bulb syllables we work in disguise we suppress diplomacy for the truth we mock "early to bed" blinders we exhume passion for one less night alone we breathe the dust off and exhale familiarity we filter thoughts with gravel tones we praise the water dripping from the ceiling we concede the failures of yesterday we press complacency until we break we hide here we pass the torch along, carrying the fire we harness our burdens to use like lifelines we listen when spoken to we hold on to every word we use them to our advantage we belong in the process we find ourselves alive we sing songs in lower case we sweat in verse we bleed in harmony we live in chorus we die outside little by little like everyone else.
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