rhythmic sound,
a soggy aria
that stretches, untroubled,
as you waken.
(Can this be between you and me?)
Eyes open, elaborate about
what was so good last night,
drifts of a hi-fi nightmare, the most
beautiful volume.
All this time, a pact to
turn down the dream.
Why didn't you wake me?
You thought I should rest,
wait until tomorrow but
I'm capable of seeing the
proof of tears.
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