Like an eye an hour before sleep
I become divorced from Me
Bleeding reasons onto the leaves
Last night again that same dream, Parisian
Lost in a maze, samefaced streets, ablaze lamplight on rain sleekness
Walking shamefaced, backstreets route to her place
Write something true:
Left bright-eyed, came home bereft in a torn and muddy tie dye.
Alchemisland 
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