James K. Zimmerman Thought I Was Awake last night a piece of ceiling fell and no one knew it did not say a word, just lay there on the floor looking up at where it came from wondering last night a tree probably fell in the forest and everyone heard it scream though they wouldn’t admit it thought they were dreaming but the tree knew better, lying there on the broken ground last night I found myself on the floor without a blanket or a pillow or a reason thought I was awake but maybe not thought I saw people on the wall like flies compound eyes, round furry bodies, staring at me waiting for the blood to dry tried this morning to pick up the plaster, put it back where it came from and fall into sleep that will not be broken, into dreams that will never be the same 144
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