Saturday, asleep,
under the covers in bed,
criminal, I know;
how through dreams, I creep
around, and float like a ghost;
left, frozen, for dead,
on a mountain; show
no one my corpse; just walk past;
elevate the host,
light from light, deep blue;
yesterday, I left behind
darkness; the ague,
as fevered and blind,
yes, sick with dreams; climb down fast.
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