I Dream

I want to say that we
were all under a bridge, loving.
A book for that matter with open pages
and a tight binding in the rampart.

My spine is melting.

Out of breath I collapse,
The heap is before me.

The shuddered eyes
prevent the glaze.

Prevent the sticky meniscus deviant.

When you touch you heal.
Someone bring me the meal.

I feel feint.

My hand is on my hand.

Nothing to be done.
focus on the blue,
outlines of the few.

I dream.

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