and
on
the
the monochrome kaleidoscope
of
streetlight painted eyelids
i'm
shown
awful mind-films
a
lizard with a rock-head enters half-world left
and
eats
aborigines made of night-fuzz
tho
not
before
i
see
clear
their wide scream eyes
goodbye sleep then
i
think
and reach for the lamp
and
book
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