man waking from dream in unmade
yellow and blue bed
pushes Byron out the door doesn’t
want this anymore
we say that events appear for us,
a number of facts
form abstract, so called, those
made from all sides
sensation of a world wracked with
desire to consume
space being suspended in state of
perpetual wanting
first light in clouds above black
shoulder of ridge
whiteness of moon in sky above
point across from it
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