Muted Midnight

Far end of the storm
Where midnight just floats along
Thoughts and words muted

As if mind turned off
Even this state familiar
Though quite curious

What a thing, the brain
Localized self-assessment
Of an unknown scope

Felt in the darkness
I hear it in the silence
Even now with me

What's a man to do?
I pick up where I left off
And beeline to you

Odds calculated
Same bet repeating daily
Nothing else to do

When words come slowly
And don't carry the same heft
I humble myself

Let me be your prize
Against all earthly logic
Even when broken

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