Revolving door
Of sweet dreams
feathered with selection
of nightmare like
cutting the film strip out.
Heavy breathing,
2 blankets
and sweats and steam.
my own roasting station and my bed is the golden greek bull of ghostly torment
searching for reasons of why
a lovely homestead
would seem complicated
to what thrills me
on the astral plane.
I have too many of my own problems.
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