White Lines

Dotted lines tick beneath me,
I’m breaking in a pillow,
Toto fading through the silent
Transitions in my earbuds,
watching the light fade from
the half of the planet that
I’ve come to know.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
Through each downy crease
In my cotton pillowcase.
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
A pathway leading farther
From the past and more
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,
Assuredly into a stable
Future.

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