Into the wilderness
twenty four twice over
hold your breath,
hold me in your head.

thankful for bedtime
for dreams, if byzantine;
the morning breaks
eroding the pain of the wait.

patience, impossible virtue
given such a cast-iron curfew:
tempting to appeal
but that was always the deal.

instead, the rebellion
exists in riotous imagination
exit the red lines;
enter the epilogue.

no cliffhangers, no plot twists
just a standing ovation
hold your breath,
hold me in your head.

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