Nighttime and I pretend the green lights of the air conditioning are twin stars descended upon my walls.
The cat is near the foot, the fur is on my toe, the sheet is on my person, the sleep is exiting the building.
Nighttime and I let my heart wander with my soul, let them stay delirious, illusions aplenty, their full body immersion in visions amongst lucid veins of alternate realities, a drop of ink in clear water that begins a strange dance of chimerical arrangements before dispersing, disappearing..
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