Porch

They were sitting on that porch
The lovely white of their house
A gleaming melody, inviting as much
As they themselves were

But I was tired
I am tired
I want to sleep
Sleep on that porch
Not sit on it, playing
Some sort of pricky card-game
I want to go and sleep
Eternal the harmony of my dorment breath
Turmoilless and everlasting
And the world in sudden freeze
And at the pace of my own wont
No questions
Just eternal sleep

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