1:13 pm
(late morning or early afternoon?)
dusty sheets in disarray, beginnings
of sunshine lacing the room with light,
Radiohead and Nietzsche starting the day;
amidst the bloom of debris and disaster,
a pair of lonesome legs
locating memory and desire
in an unrelenting maze
1:21 pm
(quiet pangs of hunger)
prayer flags hanging still
in various colours of vanishing,
the tremble and burn of losing a city;
in the wreckage of fear and forgetting,
the bags under my eyes, heavy as light,
searching for the gentle ache of sleep
in this particular
pulsating
circular
dream
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