Last night
two dream schemes
took brisk
walks through your capacitiesand in their breezy tinted wake you woke
to choke on remnants of their gassy pastel hues
which, after you recovered from your cough,
you
understood comprised the morning news
they wished
you to breathe in. Off the axis of your consciousness,
you realized you’d been strung along.
The story you’d believed was you was wrong.
.
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