In the Well-Assembled Border of Sleep

 

 

 

In the well-assembled border of sleep

Places fuzz out with static and hum

Where I remember you and see you

Clearly, I am almost dreaming

You laugh and ask me if I

Would mind scratching your back

Not minding, that is what I do

Expect no reprisals, point

To my many transgressions

Live as if you are really here.

 

 

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