overspill

So we succumb

unspeakable to some,

we overspill and some how overcome,

then a new day is born,

six hours before dawn,

…in preparation, for a celebration,

something far out, awaiting the distant sounds,

a call home, still I cannot quite make out from where this has come.

Perpetually in this waiting room,

your turn is coming soon,

Faatima

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