1512
5.51
20.ii.24
in dreams, unworded
for the dream journal
see where I’m not
and out of time
toss turn
a bird knocks
so the window’s
there
luggage left
tickets stray
it’s all foretelling
the past
all are otherworldly
and still slept on
soon see
we only build ruins
here
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