our real dreaming
starts at dawn
the regular horror of day
flips
the
mind
to
flop amok
and
struggle to envision
life
outside the soft cubicle
to
flop amok
and
struggle to picture
escape
to the greener grass
and if we did struggle there
with
the
motivation of assassination
we
would
flop amok and bleach it
with
our
untreated day-mares
our
instinct and expectation
of
doom and disaster
spreading
like
wasps
and
picnic
litter
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