The view seems odd, to say the least,
a movement in bed, among sheets.
Stay moments during these hours,
simply being in the towers.
Do you know patient pillows,
who steeps in herb teas and billows?
Do you see patient pillows,
beckoning for home and windows?
Beautiful daydreams or ids,
piling nightmares under closed lids.
Could you remember reflections,
awaiting through interaction.
Patient pillows sees you here,
wiping away the standing tears.
Would you know patient pillows
who’s missing flourescent rainbows?
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