Stranded again, with a car that won’t start when I most need
it, this dependance on people and machine, too acute, and I still linger on the
edge of dreams that always have the same landscape, which I can’t possibly
reach with or without machines, forcing myself back to each dream each night
when I closed my eyes, seeing faces I have not seen in reality for a decade,
yet still ache for. as I did when I did back then for real, sometimes, stranded
in that dream world as well, unable to start up or get there or hold on – once I’ve
managed to reach there, no dead battery keeping me from that place, but
something else, more acute, something that binds me and makes me ache to never
leave..
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