asleep
we are all mad
making
up
crazy tales
in
the
foggy anxious stew
and
unrefreshed
we
evacuate
and
head on and up and out
till
the pages of the day
are
all
stuck
together
in
a
brick less developed
than
the primordial cup-a-soup
we
probably
came
from
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