I keep slipping
off the chair
legs dangling over the cliff
Thank God
for the glass lake
covering the carnal inferno
raging below me
I stare into the starry night
surprised to
find myself
lost in Paris with
nothing but
a shadow to light
the darkness
Rain in the meadow
waltzes with
replanted potatoes
as I wait
behind the long wall
viewing the last painting
The only one
able to end dreams
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