These dreams 

are nothing new

They crash in the wakefulness 

Of my mind.

It goes so fast

And you build a home

You visit me in dreams

There’s no revelation 

And you’re not there in wakefulness

It’s a wonder I can sleep

On foam and plywood

I can’t stop dreaming 

I used to analyze every dream

But now the dreams replace the


I don’t know what age you are

Or if age exists –

I think not –

You see me try to fix it,

Preserve it all,

Your visits mean so much

Even if I don’t know

what they mean,

if anything.


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