when i awake
in twelve different positions and alone
swollen and alone
when somnolence sets me choleric, clustered
i become a sheep, and i'll follow you like a
sheep even when you whisper death in my ear
because your watch fob glints, you see?
and i'm willing to follow your glint even
thought it tells me
time is running out
and i know for a fact where caravan leads.
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