Sometimes you close windows to mosquitoes,
Sometimes to shut out traffic,
Tonight shut the windows,
Because there's too much stardust in the air.
Sometimes you draw the curtains,
Or the shameless full moon will peek in,
And poke about the bedroom all night,
Throwing light on your secrets.
Tonight pull the blinds,
You don't want any more demons,
Escaping the room.
Sometimes you close your eyes in prayer,
As you've been taught, taught to ask for forgiveness,
Give thanks, and generally be grateful.
Tonight close your eyes or someone might see,
There's no more faith left, and there's only salt,
Because you turned to look.
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