Sunday, February 15, 2009

I think I'll never sleep again. Or go to sleep and never wake up.

Last night
I died at least five times.
In my dreams.
I saw it as no more than an annoyance,
because once I died,
I'd have to go recover my body
from the aquiring heap
by the side of the swimming pool,
and start over,
as though in a video game.
Do you find me disturbed?

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