When I sleep
At night and
Wonder
What I should dream about
The ooze gets to me
And pulls me tight
Like a roll of Ace tape
To keep my alignment
And my organs intact
And I sit bandaged
Lying trapped
In a soft unconsciousness
Of draped ideas
And none of them
Are particularly good
And none of them
Will wake me up
And move me backward
And forward
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