Clarity Beyond His Years.

“I don’t want

to live

and

I don’t want

to

die”.

He said,

just us in the room,

cheeks as red

as his lips,

below big

scattering eyes.

I was never able to isolate it like that.

Sleep is an exercise in solitude.

Death is the cap and gown.

……..We sleep a lot.

©zacharyd’mitripoetry

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