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the struggle for unreality

Posted to Poetry

smoke and fluids cling to
the corners of the room
stains our teeth
with saliva and oil
complexion spreads
regroups in strains
with white, red,
with more success.

the ticking of the clocks
slow down,
hands once upon a time
didn't move so fluidly.
bound to catch up
with my sleep
fill the day with it.
the gristle of my fingers
came loose in my palm
and my eye lids folded
to the weight of his hand.