dumping some posts from netjester i copied in 2016:
I've been sleeping Slipping hard.
haven't been sleeping
been tripping in my sleeps
dreams not waking scenes
Fragments of memory haunt and taunt to get me through the day
The fragile steam and though of your auburn hair makes me think it can be all ok
But you are of a dream, pixels and zeros and ones
not yet physical in nature but inducing the universe already.
Primordial wisps of movement
intense enough to distract me, to make me forget the times there was and will be.
you and me, just you and me with a cup of tea
I'd like that with you
would you with me?
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