I lie awake and listen to the bells ring
Anticipation of the next day's events is low
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep right now
Too much to say in too many ways
I let the drum beat play on in my head
The heavy rhythms bringing an odd comfort
More weight is falling off me at increasing speeds
The beaten clothes I love barely fit anymore
Perhaps I am imploding, or shrinking to microscopic
Spiraling inward, as I always thought I would
Maybe I'll leave a star in my wake
A giant coin, a pair of cherries, a bunch of bananas
Probably not
I never really liked bananas anyway
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