ALIGNMENT

we get drunk in my dreams
where apologies
flow like wine.

it was so real
maybe I would live there.

what’s so good about “reality”
when it pecks at me?

when dirt drips through the filter
I was given?

this excavation was hell on this earth
leaving only the remnants

of memories and body-states
that I tune into
so that I can see you.

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