we never sleep

we don’t know
what we’re called anymore
but there are things
that call us

things that only we can hear
they call us
not by name
but by the weight
that we carry

at that time of night
when the clock doesn’t work
and the minutes
can’t hold on to the seconds

so the hours run off
into days
that last years
but happen
in the blink of an eye

the time
goes by
it gets past you
when you think
no one’s watching
so you don’t even look

and i
like you
am me

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