Before Sleep

I have words I’ve yet to promise,
A handful of insults
And a truth I need to bury,

Far beyond the blind man’s winds and clouds
Or the dreams trapped on the sand,

Across the tide’s dark purple hue
And beneath the questioning dusk,

I shake dried mud from my hair
And laugh at nothing won;

I have promises I’ve yet to insult,
A handful of truths
And some words I need to bury.

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