I fell upon my sinking bed

 I fell upon my sinking bed
Lying undreamt within
My hardened shell kicked with sin
The things
That kick me around
So big to behold
Demanding their ways upon me
Still counted until I
Slip on high into a crack
In the sky twilight I fly
To fall into encasement
A pause of monotony
I lie upon stirred echoes
A pleasant night
And the kickers
Breaking and breaking
Breaking away

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