Last Night
it was just fear and excitement saturated in dream
articulate and sensible at the time.
recited it in my head last night hoping I could regurgitate the events
but its too far from present.
left with residual emotion
and not enough room in my noose tied to a dream
to think of anything more than a poem written in prose
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