God, how you love
Your night terrors,
Your dream monsters,
Your memories
Mutated you
Keep mutating.
That’s the best way
You know to match
Against this world
Of the shifting
Yesterdays—dream
Of mixing dreams
In your skull bowls,
As if your games
Could ever win
A war on change.
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