Asleep Awake

Swear to consciousness, middlenight
Spell the a.m. with the last letter of 
The timeline, before common error
We had it, the dreamy butterfly,
But upon awaking it was a flock of birds
Unjustly borne upon the winds of
Now to the eclipse reality, where the moon
Blotted out the face we thought we owned
As the I shattered into lashes
Brows raised to take in the new
Way things are, to be is no longer a 
Question for the skeptic, darkness can
Exist at any middleday
While we continue to search
For the end of the stars

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