up late
late bloomer
all the feel good fiction of childhood sings softly
"time is a gift given to you
given to give you the time you need
the time you need to have the time of your life"
but slip slip slippery is the delicious hour of dreams
where you sing me songs you would never write wakeful
and the metronome in my chest skips a beat, faulty machinery
beep beep and buzz up
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