Honest Hours

For the night owl parliament

I.
Universe forgets focus
Stars unorganize themselves

4 AM disorients the copper hand
Tick tick
And I slip
Melting into memories
Spilled across the floor

You bandage me
Reminding the universe to focus

II.
Universe forgets focus
Stars unorganize themselves
You rearrange the night all on your own
You flip the solace where you rest your weary heels
Now the sky exists below

Now the sky exists below the shivering hours

There’s not enough room beneath your sun
So your red eyes squint
Not quite tight
Your voice hoarse
From reminding your universe to focus

You walk until you fall
Head first into the shy icy light
And as you fall
You slice an edge in the night

Let these memories be the knife

III.
Universe dizzy and the copper hand
Ticks
Ticks till’
Time slips

A night-owl coos news:
You’re still reminding your universe to focus
You used to laugh until we forgot to cry

In a strange decision youthful daze
We confirmed insanity

Let these memories save our innocence
Let the waltzing warmth filter early hours

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