Mostly missed my mark
Deepened by the rattle
The dissolution of this arc
Another bloodless battle
Where the angles are all wrong
And my patience has the strength
By the light of the eve
Your pride connects my eye like a fist
Asleep too soon
On the floor of a hospital room
Big smiles
Streak the isles
But as exhaustion runs wild
With best wishes and bile
The signs appear a little obscured
By the blind-sighted lights
And experience fights
It's probably not my job to be cured
Between family and friends
There are too many postcards to send
I suppose I'll stay