The stranger went all through the house
And turned off every light
Even those in use
His excuse: He was trying to sleep
He was well into the next morning
From inside they still hollered and bustled
Trying to take home the end of last night
The unreasonableness of each at their plight
But prodigal or not the sun returned
And the house became flat and tepid
Those still within growled and deflated
It was actually the sun’s fifth attempt
And each time they boiled
Unnecessary rage, perhaps
But they couldn’t help how they felt
Any more than the elasticity of the cypress trees
Granted them just one more dance
Look, the horizon is vertical now
There’s no sense in arguing with the dynamics
Of polar skews
When there’s no other good reason
That water would fall from
Just down the street
There’d be no condensation if it weren’t cold to begin with
The elements at each other, they tug
Pull
Look, just pull on it
There’s tension now
They’s sick, they’re tired
They’re not sleeping much these days
Try to unwind them
Only to see what they’re made of
Pull
Not too hard now
Even a slight tug
Will create tension
Now open your eyes and
See what you’ve done
It’s OK
Turn the lights off if you
Need your sleep
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