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Waking up sweating inside tachicardia
shoving off the artificiality of nightmare
would be gratefully good. This is no
night terror, no cold evil dredged up
from the subconscious to haunt and cause
harmless fear. This is how daylight tries
to untangle sunrays trapped in dark
clouds so thick airplanes climb higher
unable to reach clean sky. The known world
ends, living ceases to breath, while wet
rushes from pole to pole, singing.
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allets
09-06-19
1002a
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