A sleepless time has risen from the dark,
it's a season from all that has layered into the world,
I find myself with a shovel, digging for any hidden truth.
The night is filled with bats that sing circular songs
to one another, all in search of what's for them,
but seemingly all to the glory that has been bestowed upon them.
And as the dirt stitches into my brow,
I realize how disgusting this perversion is,
the caking grays and misaligned browns
splinter themselves into the lady in the red dress.
My spade pins a rock, and I have nothing left to do,
I drag my sleeve across my heavy eyes and feel a rain drop,
it meets my eye, my hand, and foot alike.
I lift my gaze and see her roaming about,
wondering where to find cover,
not really knowing if she feels cleaner or dirtier,
but I know how brightly that red will shine.
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