fear makes everything true
when there's nothing else to do
i wake (in a dream that
choreographs fate,
the type you create)
groggy and confused
then,
amused,
find clues
in lost laughter
which
is
all
i've
ever
been
after
no thrill in a chase
when chasing the thrill
so i sit still
and laugh
i shut no doors
yet i feel no draft..
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