For We are Tired Dreamers

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And now we yield to sleep, serenity;
a hopeful prayer may crumble on our lips:
awake us stronger, well and truly free
of every grief that bends our shoulders, hips.
For we grow weary of the stranger’s shape
o’erwriting all our stardust with neglect
and we are left to wonder, mouths agape
this animal the psychopomp collects
once we are well and broken, past the grace
that…

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(He/They) Ninja Writer. Thespian. Queer. Essayist, poet, novelist.

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Zach J. Payne

Zach J. Payne

(He/They) Ninja Writer. Thespian. Queer. Essayist, poet, novelist.

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