here just abiding on . . . 

the milk in your bosom is drying up
in silent behestings of suckling why’s
wandering in the meandering
of wondering alone and
cuddling-up with little furry things

you’re always there just being here
sifting through the blurring potions
of those same cavernous shadows
lying under covers but never sleeping
’cause you’re too scared of dreaming

teasing glimps-ings in enthralling eyes
of somebody here waiting underground
anxiously wondering along with us
is this what i’ll always be doing
and all we’ll ever be seeing of you

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