i can’t breathe.

i couldn’t wake up.

stuck in nightmare

as often am

i think I screamed aloud.

and then finally

up in a sweat.

to see the lines

etched as always.

and i,

i can’t take this.

there’s always alignment

in the most crooked



and what’s the point?

to be on land


but still nothing

makes sense.

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