Mirror's glare
in drowsy eyes.
I look at the diabolic God
who has risen from my bed.
Splash!
I wash away the sleep
that's snoring on my face
as I try to recollect
what I dreamt.
It seems that the dream
has already gone through the sinkhole,
draining down the pipeline
to become one in a sewer
of dreams...
Every dream now belongs
to the municipality.


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