The loonish and the petty

The loonish and the petty revolve, taking turns
As the garish and long rest on this corner of

Lost days and sleepy nights. Rest without breathing.
Rest within the seeming hollows bereft of noise

Caught in a shackle of pariahs holding out for more
Forgiveness, more longing, more rest. The loonish

And the petty resolve, taking turns as the garish and
Long rest on this corner of fast nights and dreary days.

Rest as if belonging to hollows of counting one’s and
Two’s is alright. And seeking such seeking that ought to

Be sought. The loonish and the petty resolve, taking
Turns as the garish and long rest on this corner of Mist

And Haze. Rest glad because rot has the upper hand.

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