Where are you love? Oh, God
I'll never get back
resting head(?) on blinds in
bathroom funky yellowish
absent white light
lost losing inconceivable answers
everything brittle folded cracker like
in the caring moon of February
Only the buzzing engine
engineered human silence
& subconscious eyelid sleep
the dreams of all different/the same
I hear them stretching
out-- into emptiness
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