Call it less than real
And beyond impossible--
Pierce a hole in this hallucination.
To have it be an
Unconscious race
Results in nothing but empty space.
I suddenly remember:
No good comes without
Grace.

Maybe you heard me say,
Yesterday has gone away.

Down to the smallest detail,
Remembering the beginning might
Enhance the feeling that I left the house naked tonight.
Again.
Maybe that reoccurring dream
Says more about what is than what could possibly have been.

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