Cooing dark boxes, bleating
Dreams of queued repairs
Acquiring the assistance needed
Debunking the REM
Two moons, reflected
Ceiling tapped, a stranger- collected
Hyphenated hesitancy
These characters deride incision,
To "fuck no" the noun, presented.
The 'he' he once was
Presenting resolute function
Tools strapped, utility performed
Stature booming beside forgivable tone
But this dream is, just that.
I smell a silent rant
Initiating discovery and getting in like smoke
Yet what I want least
Is fire in the house we've built
Too long gone to welcome the inhale.
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