Malone Still in the Bed
Malone,
I am far too young for the tedium.
Awake the night through,
Always at play,
Forever at play,
Losing my playmates
To the dawn and the new sight.
Their stories never finish.
They incessantly vanish.
Like you Malone.
Your words drip from the final page,
Dying with indifference.
Each night, Malone, I vanish into play,
Build these companions,
Make them dance,
And lose them to the chimes.
Malone, I must escape the tedium,
Forget, return to dreams only,
Watch and act among the rested
And ignore the plague that haunts us both.
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