Victorious in their way.
Naked, in their sway,
Having spat into the lake.
Plunging.
While I slowly rock from hall to porch,
My gaze off, downward, that same floor
I've slept on before.
I cannot repeat these sores.
I cannot volunteer my restless hours.
I will drive all night if I have to
To get to a bed that will clothe me.
Even if it means giving up
All the applause in the world
Or all that we could ever be.
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