Nearest Exit

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trying to

dream out the life

i wake up

and go back to sleep.

wake up, piss

and back to bed again.

i am dreaming

that i’m thinking.

thinking that i’m dreaming

to somewhere’s end.

problem solving

the constellations,

making way

toward the answer.

but then i’m

awake again.

the sun’s finger in my eye,

mocking the walls with laughter.

having traveled

the distance of myself

like something

to the end

of a poem.