Cross Purpose

The sleep of lost words from a rolling dream
Waiting for the tunnel with averted eyes

The steep of high hills on the outskirts of town
Kissing down the night in a slap of wasted time

The sweep of wide longing down to broken rage
Mixing up the meaning in a fumble of ways

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