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Sleep

from Three Wolves by Bucky Harris

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Sleep don’t come to me.
Tangled up in dirty sheets, toying with ideas of hate and identity
So I cling to the faint whispers of a long forgotten dream
“Breathe deep, the knife is clean, each incision is another attempt to educate”
So I hold
tight to the tricks taught by the doctor all those years ago
“Be light, by which you wish to see”
Repeat it when their steely eyes set upon me

I said I’d build up a house so strong
A foundation of sweat wrought from rough hewn stone
I dig my nails into old oak mantlepiece
lined with portraits of the ones who force breath from me
This home is sturdy, the structure sound
But when the wind picks up the shutters creak and moan
A low howl, the front door groans
A man who builds a pen for wolves is sure to wake to find himself shorn.

“Wait!” is what I screamed,
a gurgling yelp from tired mouth as figure fades into mist without a word to me
‘cause I long,
to dive headfirst into the black water, who knows how far
I can sink or if a bottom exists, but I’ll live through the fall and call it home for its own sake

They wait so calm, soft paws draped across
the foot of this old bed, they rest their patient heads.

I said I’d build up a house so strong
A foundation of sweat wrought from rough hewn stone
I dig my nails into old oak mantlepiece
lined with portraits of the ones who force breath from me
This home is sturdy, the structure sound
But when the wind picks up the shutters creak and moan
A low howl, the front door groans
A man who builds a pen for wolves is sure to wake to find himself shorn.

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from Three Wolves, released July 15, 2016

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