a trio of waking thoughts
i
the distance
you have moved away from me
since i fell asleep
is the most unbearably chasmic
a few inches has ever appeared
ii
when i can't remember
if i have been dreaming
i always assume
i dreamt of you
since i never seem to remember
anything lovely
iii
my arms are well acquainted
with each contour
of your topography
enabling instant, perfect
tessellation
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