cradle

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surreal travels
at night
took ali to see a doctor on the other side of town
and we passed strange sights and he
his side of the window
i his side of the window
what he sees
is what i see
i see you
i pray for you
a centennial guard
mother i
tell me I’m listening
you have few words
but
i listen
your window is my window
and eyes
the size of a dotted stare
look at you
and i
watching them
mouths open
last gasp
before the fisherman
opened his own
a mouth of glee
we all are waiting to be trapped
by tiny morsels of dying wishes
some prayers
a last hope
another path
turning into
new ones~