My dreams are too close to me today;
on top of me - not moving: like thick summer air - not breathing, but wobbling and flowing, making my hidden life vibrate and seep through my clothes, onto my skin, making my face shine and my eyes burn, making me sleepy and tired and restless. I can't move or sit quietly. Even my heart begins to wobble and flows from my eyes. My dreams are too close to me today; too blurry, too heavy, too liquid, too much like hot air: going up without me and sticking still around me.
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