When reason is awake,
stuff and sweetmeats cannot touch it.
Idealism gets beaten out of you eventually
by abhorrent reality
only to return
-murmured in hindsight to a heavy-lidded friend
(laced so weary and wistful at how things
should be instead of
how they really are)
Reason sleeps and desires emerge
-the want for truth (so different from a reality)
Sunlight yellows the pages left
open too long by
carelessness
and I cannot shake this
feeling that you
are leaving without me
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