It isn’t nightmare that mocks
but its faint memory
Chalk in summer on salty concrete
pale and dull,
A strange headache of the soul
Say that one thing again
Send me to that blinding cave
where I stay lost
I’ve never slept quite the same
since then
Insincere barter
All I’ve been offered
are shadowpuppets
of someone else’s one last chance
at integrity
Repeat words, actions
I keep hearing them in my dreams
and it will always feel
as though I never woke up
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