I have slept the whole day, uneasily,
seeing strange nightmares all too easy
to explain after awakening, remorse
painting mistakes large on sleep's canvas,
the strangeness but a decoration
of very mundane errors; even the sunken
toyboats, their cargo of children's
building bricks scattered under
the shimmering waves, not one moment
did I have to wonder. Even my
subconscious plays it naive.
16.03.2024
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