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I’m alone, I’m surrounded

This is the part of night

where nothing makes sense

but the sky still stretches as far as I can reach

The world’s a graveyard

as we take to our nocturnal coffins

and pass our souls

to the other side of the world

where the light is just coming in

The ground is frozen solid,

flakes of pure ice

but my brain is burning hot as hell

without even thinking or speaking

or loving this stillness while it lasts

All the things I don’t want to think

without cover of stars

press their way through my numb fingers

and after a few hours make me think maybe

all these things I don’t want to think

are just knots I need to breathe and untangle

under the blanket of darkness

The world’s a graveyard

as the quick slips of

brushing against stone and shrubs

wake up all the faces I’ve ever seen

I’m alone, I’m surrounded

This is the part of night

where the stars are just as brilliant as chaos

and the lost have always found themselves a home.