a dark twilight in some dream
was all I could remember
when I woke up
to the bright warm morning
what else was I to do
but lie vacant in my own bed
and feel strangely at peace?
the years revolved invisibly
in the air of the room
and all was "what was that?" and "couldn't care less"
at the same time...
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