this is what your voice does
calling in the night-time
it is always beautiful to know
someone else shares your loneliness
in between the hours
you should have been sharing sleep
a dream that reaches
around all the heads you wear
but there you are, tiny, sitting voiceless
listening to a description, while awake
looking out on a nocturnal village
that rest at 3:00 am.
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