Lone wolf squad of one
preying
in the slumber of the sun
raging daughters
with more fight than sleep
tiptoe through the darkness
in a mad poet’s creep
our night becomes morning
as we feed on the blue light
joyful
with the rest of the world
out of sight
right in our minds
with wild dreaming fever
our job
to drive mad
and be our dreams’ keepers
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