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Sundeath
I'm worked into today
Molded into a plot
Of sunlight and boredoms
Of standing ovations
Like rain upon my doorstep
Crashing to the rock bed
As I hide, in my book
In my little drawer
So cozy, so tight inside
I slipped the key down
Like an inchworm
Plying down a cobb-web corridor
I sleep, sneaking around
Hide and seek of the sun
He chuckles with creaking pleasure
He cannot see me, or find a paw print clue
My drawer is locked up tight
With nobody inside
To touch me, to sneak behind my mind
Like a dilly dallying grandfather clock
Standing at stiff atention, nosey and biting
In a clay plot, bleating away for me
Oh, when will tonight arrive?
