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Fully,
Fully,
Fully covered, with the light splayed
throughout the gloomy haze,
plotting moments on a dial of Sunday's, bills unpaid.

Sluggish movement, blue lines thinning, falling off the high
to earth,
simply calling couches planets
does not grow their worth.

Fractured windows, spotted darkness, someone's pounding at the door that's holding back the nightmare frenzy.... Fully, fully...hug the planet even more.