Waiting in the room
In the land where nothing happens, the need for Dream ceases to exist.
Deceiving drugs my body
Finding rest of the rest of the restless.
Less now then before,
Stealing dreams from before,
Copying them
Suburbing bacteria growing fungi in my mind.
Pausing from the panic of no escape
Except through closing eyes looking back
Firsting times seeing you.
Ministering future food comforting huddle
companioning as a school of one
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