sleepy (#3)
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| *a dream* he had a face like a moon it shone, dripping with silvery round high features I was tangled up in him like telephone wires in that place where they all come together and the electricity snaps, buzzes; insistent and invisible he stopped being human he was animal a mass of muscle and bone and grace I'm uncomfortable and frantic but I can't get myself to leave *some dream* |