The night parade comes as I stare at bright lit flowing words
atop the counter. lying silent a mash of food and moving water watches
the tick tock of the night parade
a creeping march not unlike rolling tides from a distance
the soldiers bearing swaddling arms and soft downy comforters
stand firm as I breathe softly into the evening sky
the tick tock of the night parade
counts sheep, one by one by one
sheared
Hypnos, a god I scorn, walks to the sleepless me
bringing blankets of starry skies and shiny moons
the tick tock of the night parade
marches in tune to the written symphony of shimmering stars and wispy clouds
as the music plays of crickets chirping and silence all around
heavy eyes and drowsy mind, my heart beats ever slowly
tuned to the tick tock, tick tock
the tick tock of night parade
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