Dreamt of robot mosquitoes
buzzing in Taiwan
hide out in swamp lands,
hotels, houses, markets
But there was nowhere to go
Nowhere they couldn't find me
they soared above the tenement roofs
three perspective views,
one from above, from me and
one camera face up from ground
I was going to be bitten,
all I could do was accept my fate,
will I be allergic? I hoped not,
knowing I would,
"I don't want to die here," a voice said,
there was ringing in my ears.
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