Everything
looks like a dream
Mother..
Like i would
wake up any
moment
and
crash out of it
Crash out of
this face
this form
this dream
where i don’t
belong
crash out
of these rules
these words
this dream
that captures
Mother..
emptiness..
vacuum..
Stillness
descending from
the heavens..
may wake me up
and crash me out
of this dream
any moment…
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