Blips, beeps, dots, and dashes
Coffee lightens my mind that crashes
Aliens and faerie folk sing tunes
That can only be heard by saints and loons
A manic party, a dreadful pall
Separated by only a dusty thin line
The mind knows it isn't fine
As the darkness makes a call
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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