untitled (dreaming of a novel)

it was all
so clear that night
the plan
my skin tight and ready

only a few hours of
time that doesn’t exist….

but I slept
I did. Head crooked awkward
on a pillow with a black cover
and a bed
of scientifically formulated sleep foam.

and the colors
and the ideas

they came and they went.

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