Tyred

It’s so heavy on the heart
So heavy on the full eyed soul
How can I keep it all up?
Fire keeps hot air balloons up
So maybe I should light
alight upon a window sill
With gentle wisps and gone
onto the next tire fire of a day
One that won’t stop burning
Or biting in
With teeth and spurs
With crops and kicks
Until the true sleep stirs
stirs up batches of dreams
all sweet and real and frightening

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