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Now I am burning and meditating on Burroughs
and the potential for melanoma and what burrows
beneath my coccyx in the sand, what god it supposes
me to be and I notice your breathing is now joined
to the rhythm of my own.
First I'm aware that you sleep; then I'm aware that
you dream, that your unconscious has taken its turn
at free speech, and I can tell that the video presentation
is pretty slick, yet some part of you heckles from the floor;
sweetheart you mumble so sweetly in your sleep.
Love? Is this what your soul's assessment of me
no longer feeds? Has it packed me hard and tanned
into the queue? I could so easily interrupt this nightmare
by grabbing some part of you, clutching tightly to avoid
passing as waste into the sea.