the gristle of dreams
when a thought is chewed
and chewed
but won't be swallowed
won't tumble down the nocturnal throat
a sleeper slumbers through
that gristle is a minute chasm of hell
the skipping record
the haunting that won't let go
but will again and again
restate its claim
on your presence
in the nonsensical world
you fell into
when you fell asleep
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