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nightlines
for the jetlag series
after a tin day
airborne in drink
all hours and any
I am the ship and the sea
shorthanded
often adrift
or let’s say self
and after decipher
where in the world
and not
fall from the mirror
or lose it
run waves
in themselves
slip away slip away
never see yourself gone
certain lines are sung
to be remembered
but I forget them here
nowhere now
the unknown for complexity
there cannot be a clock
dreaming knew
can’t know what’s lost
it was your not properly
pursuing attention
fall out of the world to begin
so small
I can’t be far from sleep
I can’t be very far
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