i hug the sound

i feel the simple cool of the quiet night
wanting to do what i know is right
feeling the strain of a chisel split dream
where limp actions are not what they seem

wandering words flow past my lips
the mind is numb while the body strips
the right from wrong and up from down
only half alive and the rest run around

i have sight
it can be clean
i sure will slip
i hug the sound

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