He dreamed of death.
Great distances death walked.
No interpretation!
He would wake, simply remember.
We living cut through reality.
Little razor blades if you will.
Proud to be sharp until we aren't.
Obligated by gerunds working and cooking...
Answering meaningless messages!
Holding feelings back.
Repressing excitement.
Until it all disappears.
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