oh my love, oh it was a funny little thing…

haunted every night by kaleidescopic dreams:
another time and place, and me suspended in the space
between, familiar faces so demonic as my mind wrings
itself, drips onto tears and tattered wings.
i’d crawl out if i had the right
i’d cry out and claw and try to fight-
you can’t ask what it means
can we go outside?
can we be enclosed in light?
oh god do you love us at all?
are we ok?
are we ok?

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