xvi.

Cracked tile

floor, the sealed

slightly by

the footsteps

of a sleep lost

boy

 

The tiny chunks

whisper beneath

his feet, then

runs through

into his dream

 

Twice awaken,

once that sleep

was painless

as each parental

prescription carries

him off to a childish

bed.

 

The television has

nothing more

to watch.

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