The horizon started to sing its lullaby.
I drooped near my sleep.
I only had to sleep below
Without having my consciousness
Streaked with a gloss of black.
I would be out on own, my arm hanging off.
The other, the in, as I called it,
Soon took to leach off countless rear ends.
I had heard a loud sleep
In woven excitement.
My cousin had alarm,
Buzzing with confusion.
My mind was brimming automatically
And forced itself out through my throat.
I trekked across side of the bed
And my leg, grime of urine and bare forearms,
Jolted awake in the middle of showers.
They were tales of noise.
My cellphone in the rifles
Fitted with bayonets
That just got the hang of caller I.D.