In Time

I craved a place where silence
‘is mine!’ they’d scream in the place
before I left. But I’d never think it would be

where the stars can crash
through the skylight
and let me dream the universe.

Where I can awake to
a tired smile and eyes as flickering beacons.
Only then can I see the day.

And only then will I see that my way
worked out the tedious creases
in time.

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