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to
the dark
where
pill's true
dream
for sleep's proof
it
spreads to the border
flinch
there
a
door slams
or
there's your name
some
other voice throws
back!
hello!
it's
you again
sleep
is a stain
and
waking is light
they
keep bringing me here
from
the dead
when
I'm tattooed
not
to revive
can't
they read
I'm
'nil by head'
still
the worlds pour in
and
spin
would
a certain colour do?
would
rain make difference here?
time
is was when will be
if
we could simply slip from
it's
from ourselves
to
whom to where?
how
many desert days yet
to
my vanishing?
true
dark of the treaty lands
just
to drop off at the top of the clock
there
is a rhythm, is there not?
what's
with all the questions?
contortions
of economy
each
leaves a mark
and
simply one wishes
to
lie in the other world
true
of the dark
where
words drift from meant
where
time is
by
the
by
ReplyDeleteyes is the answer
yes is the question
now I can't get
more gnomic
than that