It's palpable this feeling
Sticks to my bones, my heart, my mind
Surging even into dreams
With no care of illusions
Or thinly veiled pretense
No, even my dreams lack the shelter
A dream should afford
in the middle of the onslaught
of every day life
No hiding away from my feelings in the moment of REM
Lessons here
Circles back
A tired refrain
Stitched together out of emotionality and consent
Point and prods and pokes
"You listening yet?"
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