i rub my eyes
release some sand
replace the glass
the colors whoosh
without my hands
to help me now
fingers fumble
words write wrong and
someone
back and forth like
rollercoaster
wooden, splintered on the
side where love is
jammed
jagged in the
corners
cold when the
night
falls
i write want
so fevered and hard
try not forget
one wrinkled eye
line one faint scream
or hush in vain
twenty five years
the hand has scribbled
since half awake
beneath that pillowed head
fourteen
and writing the text
before me in my dream’s sky
cartoon scroll I followed
wish now to not
a frame leave out
misplace a drop
not one sample
not one dragon
not one fenced cop
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