The Last Midnight

I awake in night's middle 

To turn from one pillow side to the other
Drool and heat and a sore side

Overcooked, burned the left
Thus it's right to change

Last night I remembered to keep away the time
I saw it in a dream

I only have one more midnight
A single moment remains to feel eleven fifty nine

Go twelve and flicker night's day to morning's
Too many late hours

Ground up my allotment
A close watch on watch

Burned out the hands
Who must now only chase never catch

Excepting that high time, lunch sun simultaneity 
Whose midsection index will never run out 

I'll miss you and save you until waiting's wick disappears
In a waxed blood moon pool

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