"Superstitious Mirrors"
I don't trust images coming out of the walls.
While I sleepwalk through empty halls.
My mind is a mystery that is too small to see.
In a dream, I thought you were sleeping.
My head opened up and smoke shot out.
A firetruck full of clowns put out the fire.
I drowned in your dreams last Saturday.
You rescued me when I awoke.
You spoke in a joke.
I find myself in the middle of a sleeping night's light.
Living is sometimes what it may seem.
Ambiguously cruel to a fortunate fool.
Jon Billet
03/02/15
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