I'm Not Sure What This Is

Stuck at the table
to listen
your drunken lines
drain me            no rest

It's not much of a dance
to wait            to feel
the sadness            go

We'd laugh and measure
take our dreams out
touch the sea

journey together
make maps

Nothing written
No contract
No default

I may take the hardened path
believe the picture you have
is my illustration
but the blisters on my feet hurt
and I don't spoil for a fight
I just want to rest

You click your fingers
the sound of control
the smell of extinction

You're indecent
a mule of a guest
a fragment bolstered to wholeness

Let's pull the curtains
sit in the dark
think back to before

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